All this talk of what has come
The history books have left it out
Never mentions finding love
And all the facts they don’t own
So maybe we should call the prince and press alright
Tell them to rewrite those books for the lovers’ rights
For the lovers’ rights.

Well hearts now drawn on caveman walls
But the names of love burnt in them all
And soldiers in the history books
Were homesick once and missed their loves
So maybe me and you should call that press today
And tell them to rewrite history for the lovers’ sake
For the lovers’ sake.