Lyrics

Diadem of Days

It wasn't on the first of May that I became a fool
And though it's taken quite a while the calendar's the rule
For while we trampled on the coals, to look for diamonds and for gold
The ragged pieces of our souls are fashioned into jewels

It wasn't at the stroke of noon that I became so wise
And though it's taken all my life to finally realise
The truth in what the poets say, that every dog must have its day
A gentle wind will wide oaks sway, the power of a sigh

We're gonna make it right, we're gonna make it through
We're gonna make it soon

We're gonna give it all, we're gonna stand so tall
We're gonna make it soon

And life is more than litanies of everybody's histories
A triumph of fragility, our diadem of days

It wasn't on the first of May that you became my life
And though it's taken all we have, the struggle and the strife
For when our daylight turns to night, and we are tempted to take flight
We're gonna wait for morning's light, the dawning of the day

We're gonna make it right, we're gonna make it through
We're gonna make it soon

We're gonna give it all, we're gonna stand so tall
We're gonna make it soon

And life is more than litanies of everybody's tragedies
A triumph of fragility, our diadem of days

We're gonna make it right, we're gonna make it through
We're gonna make it soon

We're gonna give it all, we're gonna stand so tall
We're gonna make it soon

And life is more than litanies of everybody's mysteries
A triumph of fragility, our diadem of days