Tell me, do something true   true love, you and me   that we're too busy living through,   too busy to see.      What is it, that we do   makes us who we are?   If we sing are we nightingales?   Shine are we stars?      Who are we,   What we've got?   Are we a fireworks show,   growing pale like a star that burned out years ago?   Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone.   I find it hard right now   to name you one.   Tell me, do something true and drop the fairy tales.      If singing birds must sing with no question of choice   then living is our song.   Indeed our voice, best agree   you and me, we're probably nightingales.      God's a proud thundercloud   we are cartoon cats   we're the thing that is biblical   under our hats.      Who are we,   what we've got?   Are we a fireworks show,   growing pale like a star that burned out years ago?   Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone.   I find it hard right now   to name you one.   Tell me, do something true and drop the fairy tales.      If singing birds must sing with no question of choice   then living is our song.   Indeed our voice, best agree   you and me, we're probably nightingales.