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. Do 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,(you're blind) 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...
[03:00.06]Is it a Belly of Muscles [03:05.77]I see shaping underneath that turtleneck? [03:13.83]I never ever dreamt having the rusty trunk of a car against my Backside... [03:27.59]That's poison for my piles, [03:30.89]the street is glimmering, [03:33.77]'cause it had rained all night. [03:41.13]Please, do not think that I don't appreciate [03:46.57]your generous Offer of a Ride... [03:52.20]home. [03:56.21]I am curious now, [03:59.33]how many pirouettes can a straight Man like you spin, [04:09.52]until his Compass-points all begin to blur, [04:15.80]and his Needle finally gives in? [04:23.40]Am I expected now to do my best and try to catch you when you fall? [04:36.81]But you're a heavy Guy [04:40.64]and like this we'll only end up lying on the floor. [04:52.67]Look, what the Rain has done, [04:56.29]snow-white has scattered her Mirrors like petals on the Ground. [05:06.65]Do I sense a one-eyed Serpend [05:10.71]rising slowly now from behind this old thundering Cloud? [05:20.32]Was it a trick of the Evening-star, [05:24.75]or had I been blinded by the passing lights,(you're blind) [05:34.17]Could it be that I really saw myself reflected in his green-grey Eyes? [05:51.23]It's hard to waltz precissely [05:54.64]when his towering stature casts its Shadow all over me. [06:03.76]But since he's leading now (anyway), [06:09.53]I might just as well step onto his feet...
