what the living always lack

'Yes, yes. I want to be honest and just. How's it done, Rupert?'
'Ultimately through love, my dear. Love is the last and secret name of all the virtues.'

[A Fairly Honourable Defeat]

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I can take a road, takes a little longer / Walk before the house where we had our games / Suffering, life, playing, making we discovered fire

People like you made me so much stronger / People like you made me question blame / Huddled in strength like birds on a sloping wire

Hearing your voice makes me so uneasy / Hearing your voice makes me question fame / Money is deaf to the sound of a lover's cry

The language of loss made me so much older / The language of loss made me lose my grip / The language of loss made me silent as a newborn child

'Cause everything moves in a shifting cycle / The innocent soars and the pressure dips / Making our way steadfast in the skyward mile

And baby I know I will see you someday / Building your house on the very street / They severed your mother's life from your father's land

Finish your home, we can join them this way / We talked about peace in a little dream / Marriage and love and divorce, we don't understand

And you know I have to sway my leaves and branches / Slowly out in the sun like the silent shout of youth / And we ask why do we take these leaps and chances / Because we have no choice but to whither into truth

And I dreamed you were there / All the vital signs of standing / And I dreamed you were with me / With the summer at my back / And I dreamed you were there / So complete and undemanding / We know the love that gives / Is what the living always lack

And you know I have to sway my leaves and branches / Slowly out in the sun like the silent shout of youth / And we ask why do we take these leaps and chances / Because we have no choice but to whither into truth

[Voxtrot 'Sway']