come on, come on / if this is love then where did we go wrong / if this is love then what have we
become / I’m tired of waiting for the start / this golden age / all my riches turn to rags and bones
/ all my virtues to a heart of stone / if this is love then tell me when will the loving start // there’s a
rumour all the secrets have been told / there’s a crooked line and a warning sign / where the lies
are paved with gold / the premise of a rumour alone / couldn’t turn a heart to a stone / these days
any rumour goes // so is this love / or is it poetry that can’t be born / a perfect symmetry that can’t be
worn / sometimes I think we’ve come too far // there’s a rumour all the secrets have been told / there’s
an Inner Sound on an Applecross for every road that I’ve been on / the premise of a rumour alone
/ couldn’t turn a heart to a stone / these days any rumour goes // give me love over secrets / lighten
dark councils I hold //