The Madness Of Love Richard Thompson

I'm worn out from running
Said the man at the crossroads
I'm threadbare like an old suit
Looking for two eyes in a million
I'm dry tinder in the box
One spark and I'd torch this place
Take me to the city of tongues
So I can call her name

Oh the madness of love
Oh the madness of love
Oh it's the madness of love

I'm wrapped in confusion
Said the man at the crossroads
Should my tongue speak
Or my tears flow
When the sickness takes you
When the fever holds you
When your reason leaves you
Tell me how can you know?

Oh the madness of love
Oh the madness of love
Oh it's the madness of love