Songs Of Love

Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets

And coffee-shops

Their prey gather in herds in stiff knee-length skirts and white ankle-socks

But while they search for a mate my type hibernate

In bedrooms above

Composing their songs of love

Young, uniform minds in uniform lines

And uniform ties

Run round with trousers on fire and signs of desire they cannot disguise

While I try to find words as light as the birds

That circle above

To put in my songs of love

Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice

Fortune depends on the tone of your voice

So sing while you have time

Let the song shine down from above

And fill you with songs of love

Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice

Fortune depends on the tone of your voice

So let's sing while we still can

While the song hangs high up above

Wonderful songs of love

Beautiful songs of love