The Chameleons - The Fan and the Bellows lyrics

A Beechers Brook is low, a hurdle at which greater men have fallen 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 become the fan and the bellows The cupid masturbates, absent of all thought and of all reason 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 become the fan and the bellows Not me. Not me But now only love can bring me down I become the fan and the bellows Somehow love must bring me down I become the fan and the bellows