作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea Is it a Belly of Muscles I see shaping underneath that turtleneck?
I never ever dreamt having the rusty trunk of a car against my Backside...
That's poison for my piles, the street is glimmering, 'cause it had rained all
night.
Please, do not think that I don't appreciate your generous Offer of a Ride...
home.
I am curious now, how many pirouettes can a straight Man like you spin,
until his Compass-points all begin to blur, and his Needle finally gives in?
Am I expected now to do my best and try to catch you when you fall?
But you're a heavy Guy and like this we'll only end up lying on the floor.
Look, what the Rain has done,
snow-white has scattered her Mirrors like petals on the Ground.
So I sense a one-eyed Serpend
rising slowly now from behind this old thundering Cloud?
Was it a trick of the Evening-star,
or had I been blinded by the passing lights,
Could it be that I really saw myself reflected in his green-grey Eyes?
It's hard to waltz precissely when his towering stature casts its Shadow all
over me.
But since he's leading now (anyway), I might just as well step onto his feet...
[00:00.000] 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea [00:01.000] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea [03:02.586]Is it a Belly of Muscles I see shaping underneath that turtleneck? [03:14.084] [03:15.085]I never ever dreamt having the rusty trunk of a car against my Backside... [03:27.085] [03:28.085]That's poison for my piles, the street is glimmering, 'cause it had rained all [03:40.085] [03:40.585]night. [03:41.085] [03:42.084]Please, do not think that I don't appreciate your generous Offer of a Ride... [03:50.335] [03:52.336]home. [03:53.585] [03:56.585]I am curious now, how many pirouettes can a straight Man like you spin, [04:09.335] [04:09.835]until his Compass-points all begin to blur, and his Needle finally gives in? [04:23.336] [04:23.585]Am I expected now to do my best and try to catch you when you fall? [04:36.586] [04:37.335]But you're a heavy Guy and like this we'll only end up lying on the floor. [04:52.836] [04:53.588]Look, what the Rain has done, [04:56.086] [04:56.586]snow-white has scattered her Mirrors like petals on the Ground. [05:06.087] [05:07.086]So I sense a one-eyed Serpend [05:11.087] [05:11.586]rising slowly now from behind this old thundering Cloud? [05:20.336] [05:21.838]Was it a trick of the Evening-star, [05:24.837] [05:25.587]or had I been blinded by the passing lights, [05:35.087] [05:35.587]Could it be that I really saw myself reflected in his green-grey Eyes? [05:50.588] [05:51.588]It's hard to waltz precissely when his towering stature casts its Shadow all [06:00.588] [06:01.089]over me. [06:04.089] [06:04.338]But since he's leading now (anyway), I might just as well step onto his feet...
