Love Is Swift Arrows - Be Bop Deluxe

Room in the east invested with meanings,

Open to none but the strange and the wild

Sunset encounters with destiny’s chances,

Envelopes marked for the personal life

Night falling, hiding the poets transgression,

Blown in the winds of aquarian tides

Echoed words spoken by token romantics

Rock 'n roll supermen,

Ghosts of new vice.

Making love in strange autos whilst lifes ink

sings always

That love is swift arrows my dear

Oh, God in some heaven whose number

is seventeen

Dressed you in blue jeans this year

To torment my soul

Oh, leave me alone…

Rules to be broken by reckless and young men,

Odes to be written by passions sick hand

Seeds to be sown on the rich fields of promise,

Ends and beginnings that never quite meet

Nothing of value that hasn’t yet vanished,

Brown-eyed and wise as the feminine fates

Evening’s sweet menace, revealing, inviting,

Highways to paradise

Grey lines of grace.

Making love in strange autos whilst lifes ink

sings always

That love is swift arrows my dear

Oh, God in some heaven whose number

is seventeen

Dressed you in blue jeans this year

To torment my soul

Oh, leave me alone…