Текст песни Divine Comedy - Songs Of Love
Divine Comedy - Songs Of Love слова песни
Pale pubescent beasts roam through the streetsand coffee-shopsTheir prey gather in herds with stiff knee-length skirtsand white ankle-socksBut while they search for a mate my type hibernatesin bedrooms aboveComposing their songs of loveYoung, uniform minds in uniform linesand uniform tiesRun round with trousers on fire and signs of desirethey cannot disguiseWhile I try to find words as light as the birdsthat circle aboveTo put in my songs of loveFate doesn`t 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 love(Take me)Fate doesn`t hang on a wrong or right choiceFortune depends on the tone of your voiceSo let`s sing while we still canWhile the sun hangs high up aboveWonderful songs of loveBeautiful songs of love