Lovers by Rote - Iain Matthews

Lovers by rote, strange in their roles

Chained at the throat to feel tight

With eyes that can shoot lighting or light

Threaten each night with leaving

(Beneath your darkened eyes)

Investigation is underway

(Just so you can find)

How he handles the pleasure and the pain

You question him about his love

You question him until he crawls

Stupid questions about love

Are the stupidest questions of them all

When youth seems to growl and its shininess goes cold

And love could make you older instantly

But don’t feel so mature ‘cause when love’s got to last

Aging too fast is a tragedy

(Beneath your darkened eyes)

Investigation is underway

(Just so you can find)

How he handles the pleasure and the pain

You question him about his love

You question him until he crawls

Stupid questions about love

Are the stupidest questions of them all

You inherited your mind like it was so much cash

You better take out some insurance on what keeps you attached

I got the only words to tell you, it’s a matter of fact

You gotta make your mind your own before you find your mind a match

All you really got to do is tug a little leash to feel yourself constricted

All you really got to do is think about the crime to find yourself convicted

You question him about his love

You question him until he crawls

Stupid questions about love

Are the stupidest questions that are stupid questions