From Your Favourite Sky
Do you dare, take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do
Do you wail, do you weep
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You were born forth from Joy
And you're every girl and boy
You know you are
You know you are
And you dress like a dame
And you burn on a catholic flame
By the hours
By the hours
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You possess savoir faire
Put cheap bleach on your hair
You know you do
You know you do
Do you dare, take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
I Am Kloot