Divine Comedy The Song Of Love Lyrics

Song Of Love Lyrics

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