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 Cos they say he once was Somebody with a black suit And good shoes And a perfect smile Who makes me want to ask Was it in the mad loves And the big fights So was it in a small change And the pa**ing of day So was it in the giving up And the getting on Oh, was it in the mad love So was it in the mad love So was it in the mad love And the big fights Let 'em tell us stories As we lie in the fields And watch the clouds pa** above How paper burns and pictures fade Only melody remains And sure enough he laughs as if he knows Makes me want to ask Was it in the mad loves And the big fights So was it in the right words At the right times Was it in the giving up And the moving on Oh, was it in the mad love So was it in the mad love So was it in the mad love So 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 pa**ing of day So was it in the giving up And the getting on Oh, was it in the mad love So was it in the mad love So was it in the mad love So was it in the mad love So was it in the mad love And the big fights