A song of love歌词

Album:Supersunnyspeedgraphic
Ben Folds-Songs Of Love
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 y