Sentimental fools, got their own damned rules
Treasure every word, more than it is worth
And the rest of us are weakened like a stone
That’s dripped upon from high above, on and on.
Sentimental fools, got their own damned rules
Leave you in the dark, a miner for a spark
And the best of us can hold on just so long
Like a dancer who’s waiting for her song to come on.
And why can’t I see you, in a light as pure and true
As you saw me?
Sentimental Fools, got their own damned rules
Doomed to carry on, ‘till the whole crowd’s gone…