Well alright then That's it Where we stand down is now where we sit The meaning you squeeze from the end of a fable To sing beyond your range To play chords that are not playable I love you from both sides of this table I love you and I always will My wife, I could do with a little bit of you right now If I could sup from a bowl of your purebred soul I think I could know true power It is the meek who will reek of the spoils of the other one's war And when the blood that they've shed gets into your head You get the point of the sabres they bore I am sure there will be a day When I will smell taste and witness the joys on replay These stories are written by victors they say And when both sides lose love they'll both work with the clay I love you I wish you a life fulfilled I love you and I always will My wife, I could do with a little bit of you right now If I could sup from a bowl of your purebred soul I think I could know true power It is the meek who will reek of the spoils of the other one's war And when the blood that they've shed gets into your head You get the point of the sabres they bore You get the point of the sabres they bore You get the point of the sabres they bore