Lyrics Lovers by Rote - Iain Matthews

Lovers by Rote

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