The Icicle Works
Conscience Of Kings
Ethos is a special gift
It’s all I’ve got to win you with
No excursion from the chosen way
Got no colour got no creed
Discontent is fuelled by greed
They’ll kill you for your raincoat in this town
These maybe the finest days we’ll ever come to know
You’re as cautious as you are reckless even so
Here in seclusion closed to intrusion
My hope is pinned to her wings
Up their above you waiting to love you
We’ll share the conscience of kings
Proud possessions bed his home
May the rooks were free to roam
Squander while our best friends keep loose change
I’m the village idiot aspiring to great things Ethos is a special gift
It’s all I’ve
People love a trier and the hope that his kind brings
Here in seclusion closed to intrusion
My hope is pinned to her wings
Up their above you waiting to love you
We’ll share the conscience of kings