Divine Comedy - Songs Of Love Lyrics
Pale, pubescent beastsRoam through the streetsAnd coffee-shopsTheir prey gather in herdsOf stiff knee-length skirtsAnd white ankle-socksBut while they search for a mateMy type masturbateIn bedrooms aboveComposing their songs of loveYoung, uniform mindsIn uniform linesAnd uniform tiesRun roundWith trousers on fireAnd signs of desireThey cannot disguiseWhile I try to find wordsAs light as the birdsYhat circle aboveTo put in my songs of loveFate doesnt hang on a wrong or right choiceFortune depends on the tone of your voiceSo sing while you have timeLet the sun shine down from aboveAnd fill you with songs of loveFate doesnt hang on a wrong or right choiceFortune depends on the tone of your voiceSo lets sing while we still canWhile the sun hangs high up aboveWonderful songs of loveBeautiful songs of love