Give me some stones and I'll build you a wall, a solid heap at peace
Give me some stones no I won't build St. Paul's,
only great build with stones that breathe
But draw me some lines and I'll draw you a face
vividly marked by age
or dance me a dance and I'll dance you around
to the beat of our feet its sound
But all imperfections, all are Gods, I found my answer in the arms... the
Arms of the Arts
Point me a star and I won't know its name
I will judge it by its light
Shout me a lie and I'll smile you the truth:
neither is laid down in books
Whisper a joke and I will laugh out loud
but I cry if I laugh too long
Oh I'll never forget the day that I met, the muse whose arms I chose
All perfections, all are Gods, I found my answer in the Arms of the Arts
All revelations true and sublime will find their way into art in due time
Speak a true word and I'll tell you a tale
of a boy who loved to write
as he grew up he decided to sing
on love and the passing of time
All imperfections, all are Gods, I found my answer in the Arms of the Arts
All revelations true and sublime will find their way into Art...
Transcending time.
All perfections, all are Gods, I found my answer in the Arms of the Arts
All revelations true and sublime will find their way into art.
Give me some stones no I won't build St. Paul's,
only great build with stones that breathe
But draw me some lines and I'll draw you a face
vividly marked by age
or dance me a dance and I'll dance you around
to the beat of our feet its sound
But all imperfections, all are Gods, I found my answer in the arms... the
Arms of the Arts
Point me a star and I won't know its name
I will judge it by its light
Shout me a lie and I'll smile you the truth:
neither is laid down in books
Whisper a joke and I will laugh out loud
but I cry if I laugh too long
Oh I'll never forget the day that I met, the muse whose arms I chose
All perfections, all are Gods, I found my answer in the Arms of the Arts
All revelations true and sublime will find their way into art in due time
Speak a true word and I'll tell you a tale
of a boy who loved to write
as he grew up he decided to sing
on love and the passing of time
All imperfections, all are Gods, I found my answer in the Arms of the Arts
All revelations true and sublime will find their way into Art...
Transcending time.
All perfections, all are Gods, I found my answer in the Arms of the Arts
All revelations true and sublime will find their way into art.