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.
