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 its 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.