A Becher's Brook is love
A hurdle at which greater men have fallen
As she manipulates
Steals my mind and hides it in the garden

But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows

The cupid masturbates
Absent of all thought and of all reason
He shoots me in the back
I think perhaps it must be shooting season

But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows

Not me
Not me

But now
Only love can bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows (bellows, bellows...)