history of us

I went all the way to Paris To forget your face Captured in stained gla*s Young lives long since pa*sed Statues of lovers every place I went all across the continent To relieve this restless love I walked through the ruins Icons of glory smashed By the bombs from above So we must love While these moments are still called today Take part in the pain of this pa*sion play Stretching our youth as we must Until we are ashes to dust Until time makes history, of us Jeu De Paume's full of faces Knowing peace, knowing strife Leisure and toil Still it's canvas and oil There's just no medium for life In the midst of the rubble I felt a sense of rebirth In a dusty cathedral The living God called And I prayed for my life here on earth So we must love While these moments are still called today Take part in the pain of this pa*sion play Stretching our youth as we must Until we are ashes to dust Until time makes history, of us There are mountains in Switzerland Brilliant cold as they stand From my hotel room Watching the half moon Bleeding its light like a lamb And the town is illuminated Its tiny figures are fast asleep And it dawns on me The time is upon me To return to the flock I must keep So we must love While these moments are still called today Take part in the pain of this pa*sion play Stretching our youth as we must Until we are ashes to dust Until time makes history, of us