It takes a fool to phone a fool
When both have said it all
We make the rule, bemoan the rule

That neither one should call
But love that was
Is love that is

Demands to always be unchanged
But then all lovers are deranged.


We walk away with memories
And clutch them to our hearts
We're disembodied entities

We move in fits and starts
For burning wine
Intoxicates,

And takes all caution in it's flames
All lovers are deranged.


You know that you don't really fall in love
Unles you're seventeen
The break of day will make your spirits fly

But you can't know what it means
Unless you're seventeen.


It takes a fight to start a fight
And differences remain
We have the right to think we're right

We're addicts feigning shame
For love recalled
Is love reborn

We're determined to relive the pain
But then lovers are deranged.