Fools

Written by：Alan Wilder

Don't know the reason why i

Think I've been here before

This place seems so familiar

But then I can't be sure

Here comes that time again when

You'll walk right out the door

Don't tell me secrets anymore

And fools don't run away

You'll be followed another day

And all the chances that fall your way

Are in the fire on your dying day

So call me now and tell me that you're home

Can't see the sense in crying

There's too many tears to fall

My thoughts are multiplying

So I'll try to save them all

And fools don't run away

You'll be followed another day

And all the chances that fall your way

Are in the fire on your dying day

So call me now and tell me that you're home

And fools don't run away

You'll be followed another day

And all the chances that fall your way

Are in the fire on your dying day

And fools don't run away

You'll be followed another day

And all the chances that fall your way

Are in the fire on your dying day

And fools don't run away

And fools don't run away