"Songs 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 sing while you still can, while the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love, beautiful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love