Текст песни The Divine Comedy - Songs Of Love
The Divine Comedy - Songs Of Love слова песни
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 hibernateIn bedrooms aboveComposing their songs of love Young, 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 love Fate 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 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