Like moss on the river bend, like tears that never end we are and we will be sentimental fools.

Like dried out days in summer, like wet kisses in the rain we are and will be sentimental fools.

Like the dying notes of a love song, like the burning wicker of a candle flame we are and will be sentimental fools.

The smart accuse us, the absurd seduce us, we need no pronouncements our feelings confuse us.

In a world with so many options we choose to be sentimental fools.

Like time on loop, like jeans old and used we are and we will be sentimental fools.