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Album by: Broadsword And The Beast

Artist by: Jethro Tull

Shout if you will, but that just wont do.

I, for one, would rather follow softer options.

Ill take the easy line; another sip of wine,

And if I ignore the face you wore its just a way of

Mine to keep from flying colours.

Dont lay your bait while the whole world waits

Around to see me shoot you down --- its all so second-rate.

When we can last for days on a loving night;

Or for hours at least on a warm whisper given.

You always pick the best time to rise to the fight.

To break the hard bargain that weve driven.

Once again were flying colours.

I thought we had it out the night before,

And settled old scores, but not the hard way.

Was it a glass too much? or a smile too few?

Did our friends all catch the needle match --- did we

Want them to?

In a fancy restaurant we were all aglow

Keeping cool by mutual permission.

How did the conversation get to where we came to blows?

We were set up in a red condition

And again were flying colours.

Shout --- but you see it still wont do.

With my colours on I can be just as bad as you.

Have I had a glass too much? did I give a smile too few?

Did our friends all catch the needle match --- did we

Want them to?

We act our parts so well, like we wrote the play.

All so predictable and we know it.

Well settle old scores now, and settle the hard way.

You may not even live to outgrow it!

Once again were flying colours.