The Fan and the Bellows (This Never Ending Now) - 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

And 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

And 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…

Not me…

Not me…

And 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, bellows, bellows…