Jacta Alea Est

What use is truth, if not well told?
Our sins in life cannot be sold
Where love is felt, It's never cold
What makes a man, I wonder?

Who says the ocean's dreams are blue?
Who holds the key to me and you?
The finer things in life are new
The strain our hearts are under

What use is life, if not well led?
What if dreams escape my head?
What if all the world is dead?
My heart was yours to plunder

So well a wish can burn out fast
It's only those we hide that last
But in our hearts the die is cast
Your tumbled words of thunder