Am I born, am I born Of the vine or of the thorn? Am I holding to the sky or to the storm? Little birds may sing along They've no symbol to get wrong Little choirs in the twilight where the rest of us belong Oh, you got, you got it all You thought the war was over now that they've overthrown ya And sang the reverie Of you and me You can run, you can run You can vanish from what you've done You can hold them broken tomes to your heart Keep a fire burning bright Be the tiger in the night Hold a candle to the fight it's bred to burn Oh, you got, you got it all You thought the war was over now that they've overthrown ya And sang the reverie Of you and me Of you and me Is it love, Is it love That puts the cage around the dove? Can they fly on broken skylines from above? I have seen most everything Only have my eyes to blame I have sparked the madness, fanned it to a flame Oh, you got, you got it all You thought the war was over now that they've overthrown ya And sang the reverie You got, you got it all You thought the war was over now that they've overthrown ya And sang the reverie You got, you got it all You thought the war was over now that they've overthrown ya And sang the reverie You got, you got it all You thought the war was over now that they've overthrown ya And sang the reverie Of you and me