The last four years have gone like that, the summer evenings have come to an end.
The last four years have gone like that, the summer evenings in the park.
I can't remember getting any sleep.
All the while we said our lines, but now on them some bullet remarks
We've made a show of never speaking our minds.
But finally it's like the dream is done, compliments have come true.
You never got to know me very well.
You are always so intent on finding names to amazing games you will, not bad.
How am I supposed to dance if you keep your hands up over me?
How am I supposed to stand if you bend yourself so low?
You move like a ghost, feeling for a virgin band.
But God you smell of early spring, and your skin shows through your dress.
You move exactly like a ghost, dropped inside a subway train.
But God your teeth show when you smile, as my focus fair.
How am I supposed to dance if you keep your hands up over me?
How am I supposed to stand if you bend yourself so low?
How am I supposed to dance if you keep your hands up over me?
How am I supposed to stand if you bend yourself so low?
Now spare me of your touch, you used to have a heart of gold.
Did you lose it at the war? Did you just give it up?
Walk along love of man, no one here knows you. Walk along gentle child, find your way.
How am I supposed to dance if you keep your hands up over me?
How am I supposed to stand if you bend yourself so low?
How am I supposed to dance if you keep your hands up over me?
How am I supposed to stand if you bend yourself so low?
