Songs of Love

Songs of Love - Ben Folds

Written by：Neil Hannon

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

Beautiful songs of love