The Fan and The bellows
The Chameleons
A Beecher's Brook is love
A hurdle at which greater men have fallen
She manipulates
Steals my mind and hides it in her garden
But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows
Cupid masturbates
Absent of all thought and of all reason
Shoots me in the back
I think perhaps it must be shooting season
But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows
Not me
Not me
But now
Only love can bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows