Lyrics Voltaire – The Folly Of Love

You get a tiny, matching tattoo
On that pristine canvas, four decades new
To impress a walking ransom note
Who’s got more ink than all the plays that Shakespeare wrote

And you wonder why she don’t get what you say
As you stare into the eyes of someone half your age
It’s the folly of love
It’s the folly of love
It’s the folly of love
It’s the folly of love

You fly a girl halfway ‘cross the land
You buy a ring and place it on her dainty hand
Then she thanks some random stranger on the internet
For some likes he gave her yet she hasn’t thanked you yet

And you sweat and swear as the pressure’s rising
You just didn’t rose of a mid-life crisis
It’s the folly of love
It’s the folly of love
It’s the folly of love
It’s the folly of love
It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love
It’s the folly of love
It’s the folly of love
It’s the folly of love

So you sing some bars of Cohen’s Hallelujah
To a lady child who stood and stared right through ya
You can’t speak of love and passion to someone who hasn’t lived
And you’ll never find that treasure cause she hasn’t one to give

So you stare into those pretty vacant eyes