I am looking at the pupil of your eye, I am feeling your hands and your fly. It's hard to be with you face to face. I am afraid that it's not my space. I'm dying of lover's wounds... oh disgrace!
My first shimmer of the moonlight And sunny spots are star-bright, Under the bangs of a floe. All will be behind, I'll be alone.
Now I'm looking at the pupil of my eye, I am feeling my hands and my fly. It's hard to be with myself face to face. I am afraid that it's too much space. I'm dying of love to myself... oh disgrace!
My first shimmer of the moonlight And sunny spots are star-bright, Under the bangs of a floe. But all is behind, I'm alone.
Now I'm looking at the pupil of my eye, I am feeling no hands and no fly.
My first shimmer of the moonlight And sunny spots are star-bright, Under the bangs of a floe. But all is behind, I'm alone.