Written by Beverley Knight & Chris Braide Do you wonder if your future rests on a mountain made of clay? Climbing higher ain't an easy quest 'cause your
Hey handsome you By now I guess You're more than pretty-pretty, nothing less Queen of the earth The honored guest A knight in shiny armour on a quest
And this is love, this is love The apple tree That stood and watched our first kiss The glue I bought So you could mend my favorite dish Oh, the broken
This bitter earth Well, what fruit it bears? What good is love, love? That no one shares And if my life is like the dust That hides the glow of a rose
! And I could fly on the back of a bird I could shake all the leaves from a tree If there's a quest I'm a Knight Where's there's wrong I'll do right
the can Say what? Say what? I'm a bad, bad man Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips The five-
Now let my spirit go Do you remember When we were moon knights? We've slain the dragon In the room now Yours is the future Your quest for truth How
A Legendary knight A solitary quest Guides him through the endless mist Of time that has no end For she's shining like a beacon In his mind as time again
and was buried deep. from that very time man has searched for it son of dawn lost the crown in the end. holy knights riding out on a quest searching
Night of justice, knight of justice. Liberation's crusade's begun. Your laws will have no meaning past the setting of the sun. Demons feeding off of
waits, behind his cardboard shield An Oxfam crown upon his head, his thumb a sword to wield A shoddy clad knight of the road, the quest is underway Drawn
in all his feeling high He makes his way Wanted knight He only wants to wind up free Oh, to hell with those miseries, oh yeah Condemned forever The quest
[L: Parcharidis / M: Parcharidis, Wolf, Marquardt] Templars of steel, Knights of the cross Unite our armies to honour our God Holy land, we are marching
forgotness From pain of disillusion Fearless we march in attack Evil supreme leads our fate Rage grows inside us Hell is our distant quest None will
Passing through the corridor I came upon an aging knight Who leaned against the wall in gnarly armor He was on his way to see the king Wilson, Wilson,
a face in the crowd just a disposable pop star Staring down from 30,000 feet above the planet She gets the sense nothing's behind her anymore Her quest
Hear me I'm the story teller of knights and warriors I know many tales "Their joyces and cries" Around the fire, in the redening light "I'll sing my song
Quest for the eternal fame Which gets the men immortal Glory for our names Gained in the battle by knight that legend will acclaim We don't mind the
