Fate takes love away.
Love makes fools of old,
Makes young wise - young love
Will not go astray.
Would this world were hate away
Love makes fools of old,
Makes young wise - young love
Will not go astray.
Sing, sing of love.
Sing, sins of jealousy.
Sing, sing of love.
Steal, steal my fate away.
The object is the loved.
Convert the loved to lover.
Frequent tears from my eyes pour.
Reflections through your open door.
Precious perfect skin.
Asleep so close gives peace.
What path has brought me here,
To lie awake with fear?
Sing, sing of love.
Sing, sins of jealousy.
Sing, sing of love.
Steal, steal my fate away.
Sing, sing of love
The Object, Jealousy Video (MV)
Performed By: The Heroic Enthusiasts
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: The Heroic Enthusiasts
The Heroic Enthusiasts - The Object, Jealousy Lyrics
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English
Fate takes love away.
Love makes fools of old,
Makes young wise - young love
Will not go astray.
Would this world were hate away
Love makes fools of old,
Makes young wise - young love
Will not go astray.
Sing, sing of love.
Sing, sins of jealousy.
Sing, sing of love.
Steal, steal my fate away.
The object is the loved.
Convert the loved to lover.
Frequent tears from my eyes pour.
Reflections through your open door.
Precious perfect skin.
Asleep so close gives peace.
What path has brought me here,
To lie awake with fear?
Sing, sing of love.
Sing, sins of jealousy.
Sing, sing of love.
Steal, steal my fate away.
Sing, sing of love
Love makes fools of old,
Makes young wise - young love
Will not go astray.
Would this world were hate away
Love makes fools of old,
Makes young wise - young love
Will not go astray.
Sing, sing of love.
Sing, sins of jealousy.
Sing, sing of love.
Steal, steal my fate away.
The object is the loved.
Convert the loved to lover.
Frequent tears from my eyes pour.
Reflections through your open door.
Precious perfect skin.
Asleep so close gives peace.
What path has brought me here,
To lie awake with fear?
Sing, sing of love.
Sing, sins of jealousy.
Sing, sing of love.
Steal, steal my fate away.
Sing, sing of love
Writer: The Heroic Enthusiasts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC