Fools & Fanatics

Well the feeling's the same as standing outside in the rain For the guy who lost you was never seen here again We make rules from the fools that are naked and risqué And the lads that take charge are the first ones to cry out in pain I got blood in my ears and it's tattered up in my brain And the sounds that you hear they just don't really sound the same Curiosity fools, curiosity comes in vain And public discourse killed the language of love yet again When the desert cries and the clouds will see you again And the buildings and sidewalks will cover the land in the end The remains of your past will be remembered at last, who's to blame Put your mark on the world, let your pocket unfold, who's to blame