Mad Love

Let 'em tell us stories as we lie in the fields

And watch a bird soar above

Let 'em tell us of love and loss

How we'll live and how we'll die

'Cause they say he once was

Somebody with a black suit and good shoes

And a perfect smile, it makes me wanna ask

Was it in the mad love and the big fights?

Or was it in the small change and the passing of days?

Or was it in the getting up and the getting on?

Or was it in the mad love, so was it in the mad love?

So was it in the mad love and the big fights?

Well, let 'em tell us stories as we lie in the fields

And watch the clouds pass above

Our paper burns and pictures fade, only melody remains

And sure enough he laughs as if he knows, makes me wanna ask

Was it in the mad love and the big fights?

Or was it in the right words at the right times?

Or was it in the giving up and the moving on?

Or was it in the mad love, so was it in the mad love?

So was it in the mad love, or was it in the little things we all want?

Was it in the mad love and the big fights?

Or was it in the small change and the passing of days?

Or was it in the getting up and the getting on?

Or was it in the mad love, so was it in the mad love?

So was it in the mad love, so was it in the mad love?

So was it in the mad love and the big fights?