Love Makes Fools
© 2011
Scott Southworth

Nothing takes you higher, or brings you down as low
The more you talk about it, the less you really know
Poets, drunks and preachers…and other fools like me
Have wasted our whole lives trying to unlock the mysteries

We all play, we all lose
Love makes fools
The damnest thing is we all choose
Love makes fools

Slips right through your fingers, or it might stick to you like glue
You’ll never control it, you can’t tell it what to do
It shows up from out of nowhere, leaves you in the black of night
For just the slightest taste of it, men have fought and died

We all play, we all lose
Love makes fools
The damnest thing is we all choose
Love makes fools

Cuts you like a razor, can kill you with a smile
Convinces you to see the truth when everything’s a lie
The only perfect treasure, held by the lucky few
I know I don’t deserve it but it’s all I want from you

We all play, we all lose
Love makes fools
The damnest thing is we all choose
Love makes fools