Philosophia Songtext
When we're young we set our hearts upon some beautiful idea

Maybe something from a holy book or French philosophia

Upon the thoughts of better men than us we swear by and decree a

Perfect way to end the war of ways the only way to be a...


Work of art, oh to be a work of art



But in time a thought comes tugging on the sleeve edge of our minds

Perhaps no perfect way exists at all, just many different kinds

Oh but if it's just a thing of taste then everything unwinds

For without an absolute how can the absolute define...



A work of art, oh to be a work of art