The Most Serene Republic - Four Humours lyrics

Constant mystery as to Why with the warmth and joy For those is with whose we to whom them Where, when, then what goes who Fragile stomach, more faith in you then any god The way of the ways is an answerless riddle To pluck on about peep, could you do that thing? Could you do that thing that moved the artist to tears? Involves movement of all our children Not yet quite grown to die All the same but so diverse in blaming those few It's for seeking all that is weakening, timorous about time