Songs Of Love Lyrics - Supersunnyspeedgraphic - The Lp - Ben Folds

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