The Price Was High
Greg Ackell, Motohiro Yasue, Paula Kelley, Peter Koeplin, Steve Zimmerman
The special way the hunt began and ended
With London on my mind
The nights from days and letters penned in earnest
With heartstrings sent unsigned
In a round about sway
Not a word
Not a sound
All's forgiven anyway
Haven't even slept
So I'm quiet as I'm kept and
More or less concussed for years
But I can't shake your body
So I shake mine instead when it's time to percuss
In a round about sway
Not a word
Not a sound
All's forgiven anyway
Names escaped run amok with bottle caps for eyes
The nights from days, ferried east
And ended with no one getting wise
On the Champs-Elysees on no rest you fluoresce
All's forgiven for forgotten men and women more or less
In a round about sway
Not a word
Not a sound
All's forgiven, by the way
Men and women, it's time to percuss