Mad Love

Let him tell us stories
As we lie in the fields
And watch the birds soar above
Let him tell us of love and loss
How we'll live and how we'll die
'Cause they say he once was

Somebody with a black suit
And good shoes
And a perfect smile
It makes me want to ask

Oh is it in the mad loves
And the big fights
So is it in the small change
And the passing of days
Oh is it in the getting up
And the getting on
No is it in the mad love
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves
And the big fights

Well let him tell us stories
As we lie in the fields
And watch the clouds pass above
How paper burns and pictures fade
Only melody remains
And sure enough he laughs as if he knows
Makes me want to ask

Oh is it in the mad loves
And the big fights
Oh is it in the right words
At the right times
Oh is it in the giving up
And the moving on
Oh is it in the mad love
Oh is it in the mad loves
Or was it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the little things
We all want

(We all want)
(We all want)

Oh is it in the mad loves
And the big fights
Oh is it in the small change
And the passing of days
So was it in the getting up
And the getting on

No was it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves
And the big fights