The Divine Comedy - Songs Of Love lyrics

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Pale, pubescent beasts, roam through the streets And coffee-shops, their prey gather in herds Of 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 sun 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 sun hangs high up above Wonderful songs of love, beautiful songs of love