Letra de ' The Price On That ' de In Ink Please

If we truly lived in the best of all possible worlds
and timing and space are just links on a chain
Or strings stretched tight in a Jacob's ladder,
Then there is no room for belief in chance encounters.
Fare the well, my laticework friend;
Since ours won't be wrapping 'round again,
May you find yourself intertwined (in the dark)
With a thread as lucky as mine has been.

Roles played to high critical acclaim, so convincingly.
Not a dry eye in the house.
She was unafraid; he was selfless and brave.
Not who they were, just who they'd like to be.
Not who they were, just who they wanted to be.
Oh, this shocking solubility.
Where both parts each take a charge
And pull away, and separate
So naturally.
Elation, A lesson.
When we are who we are, we are blessed
And we can do no real harm.

This is as simple as salt in water.
Logic pulls hard, but ideals pull harder.
And so I find myself again, by the dozen,
Cracked in half:
Secret yolk and white and plans all unwired and knotted.
Fare thee well, my here-and-gone friend;
Though we won't be shaking hands again.
May I always see what I want to see.
Expectations run away with me,
Forever graciously go down swinging.

Roles played to high critical acclaim, so convincingly.
Not a dry eye in the house.
She was unafraid; he was selfless and brave.
Not who they were, just who they'd like to be.
Not who they were, just who they wanted to be.
Oh, this shocking solubility.
Where both parts each take a charge
And pull away, and separate
So naturally.
Elation, A lesson.
When we are who we are, we are blessed
And we can do no real harm.