History of Us - Amy Ray
    I went all the way to Paris to forget your face

    Captured in stained glass, young lives long since passed
    Statues of lovers every place
    I went all across the continent to relieve this restless love
    I walked through the ruins, icons of glory
    Smashed by the bombs from above

    So we must love while these moments are still called today
    Take part in the pain of this passion play
    Stretching our youth as we must, until we are ashes to dust
    Until time makes history of us

    Jeu de Paume's full of faces knowing peace, knowing strife
    Leisure and toil, still it's canvas and oil
    There's just no medium for life
    In the midst of the rubble I felt a sense of rebirth
    In a dusty cathedral the living God called
    And I prayed for my life here on earth

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    There are mountains in Switzerland, brilliant cold as they stand
    From my hotel room, watching the half-moon
    Bleeding its light like a lamb
    And the town is illumined, its tiny figures are fast asleep
    And it dawns on me the time is upon me
    To return to the flock I must keep

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