Nightingales lyrics

Tell me, do something true true love, you and me that we're too busy living through, too busy to see. What is it, that we do makes us who we are? If we sing are we nightingales? Shine are we stars? Who are we, What we've got? Are we a fireworks show, growing pale like a star that burned out years ago? Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone. I find it hard right now to name you one. Tell me, do something true and drop the fairy tales. If singing birds must sing with no question of choice then living is our song. Indeed our voice, best agree you and me, we're probably nightingales. God's a proud thundercloud we are cartoon cats we're the thing that is biblical under our hats. Who are we, what we've got? Are we a fireworks show, growing pale like a star that burned out years ago? Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone. I find it hard right now to name you one. Tell me, do something true and drop the fairy tales. If singing birds must sing with no question of choice then living is our song. Indeed our voice, best agree you and me, we're probably nightingales.