Poetry Of Circumstance Lyrics

Life is a funny feathered fickle thing

And we owe it to the darkness

The gifts the darkness sometimes brings

Its a force that takes all forms

It lies in the rocks and sings in the storms

Its conflicted by the answers

Its the poetry of circumstances

It goes on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on

It goes on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on

If we seek what we need to resolve

There ain't no answers to riddle

But the writings on the walls

Its a force that takes all forms

It lies in the rocks and sings in the storms

Its assisted by the dance

Its the poetry of circumstance

It goes on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on

on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on

We seek what we need to resolve

There ain't no answer to riddles

But the writings on the walls