Let 'em tell us stories as we lie in the fields
And watch the birds soar above
Let 'em 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

Was it in the mad loves
And the big fights
So was it in the small change
And the passing updates
So was it in the giving up
And the getting on
No was it in the mad love
So was it in the mad love
Or was it in the mad loves
And the big fights

We'll let 'em 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

So was it in the mad loves
And the big fights
So was it in the right words
At the right times
Or was it in the giving up
And the moving on
Oh, was it in the mad love
So was it in the mad love
Or was it in the mad love
Or was it in the little things

We all want
We all want
We all want

Was it in the mad loves
And the big fights
So was it in the small change
And the passing updates
So was it in the giving up
And the getting on
No was it in the mad love
Or was it in the mad love
Or was it in the mad love
Or was it in the mad love
Or was it in the mad loves
And the big fights

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Writer(s): Florian Cloud De Bounevialle Armstrong, Rollo Armstrong