Текст песни DAVID GILMOUR - All Lovers Are Deranged
DAVID GILMOUR - All Lovers Are Deranged слова песни
Текст песни DAVID GILMOUR - All Lovers Are Deranged
It takes a fool to phone a foolWhen both have said it allWe make the rule, bemoan the ruleThat neither one should callBut love that wasIs love that isDemands to always be unchanged( )But then all lovers are deranged.We walk away with memoriesAnd clutch them to our heartsWe're disembodied entitiesWe move in fits and startsFor burning wineIntoxicates,And takes all caution in its flamesAll lovers are deranged.You know that you don't really fall in loveUnles you're seventeenThe break of day will make your spirits flyBut you can't know what it meansUnless you're seventeen.