The Fan And The Bellows
Mark, I warn you: you can't let your feelings run your life. I've seen. Mark my words.)
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
Alternative Lyrics from Marks songbook (Dearest dead days):
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 her down
Somehow
Somehow love will 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