A Beecher's Brook is love
 A hurdle at which greater men have fallen
 She manipulates
 Steals my mind and hides it in her garden
 
 But now
 Only love can bring me down
 Somehow
 Somehow love must bring me down
 I've become the fan and the bellows
 
 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'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