Guggenheim Grotto - Philosophia lyrics
Philosophia When were young we set our hearts upon some beautiful idea Maybe something from a holy book or French philosophia Upon the thoughts of better men than us we swear by and decree a Perfect way to end the war of ways the only way to be a Work of art, oh to be a work of art But in time a thought comes tugging on the sleeve edge of our minds Perhaps no perfect way exists at all, just many different kinds Oh but if its just a thing of taste then everything unwinds For without an absolute how can the absolute define A work of art, oh to be a work of art