Conscience of Kings - The Icicle Works

Ethos is a special gift

It’s all I’ve got to win you with

No excursion from the chosen way

Got no colour got no creed

Discontent is fuelled by greed

They’ll kill you for your raincoat in this town

These maybe the finest days we’ll ever come to know

You’re as cautious as you are reckless even so

Here in seclusion closed to intrusion

My hope is pinned to her wings

Up their above you waiting to love you

We’ll share the conscience of kings

Proud possessions bed his home

May the rooks were free to roam

Squander while our best friends keep loose change

I’m the village idiot aspiring to great things Ethos is a special gift

It’s all I’ve

People love a trier and the hope that his kind brings

Here in seclusion closed to intrusion

My hope is pinned to her wings

Up their above you waiting to love you

We’ll share the conscience of kings