Buenos Aires Stand back, you oughta know whatcha gonna get in me Just a little touch of star quality Fill me up with your heat, with your noise With your dirt, overdo me Let me dance
Stand back--you ought to know what'cha gonna get in me Just a little touch of star quality! Fill me up with your heat, with your noise, with your dirt, overdo me Let me dance
beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet
beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me.... Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice A
Christ I'm just a mason with a will to build and a little advice I wanna weave a web, I wanna set of knitting needles Villain with a theme dream silent
There was a time when stillness meant nothing to me. Once, silence meant lack of sound; Fall came once a year. I danced, redcheeked, each year's first
in an uncensored dance. Possessed by a pressing desire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare. Star, unreachable demiurge, ice, frost and silence. A light dyed with
strikes up a conversation with this black- haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful
and death The wind rises and invites the waters To a wild and incomprehensible dance A crack in the clouds, light from the sun A huge and beautiful bow With
Only a few steps away Her vagueness is suddenly taking a form When her wishes are almost complete Innocence gone, living through a holocaust In darkness
hard to bear It's turning black as Emotions choose to despair Caress the beauty of a Thousand forsaken souls And walk across the depth Of never-Whore I stare
the Sacred Hall the Flame still dies, dropping shadows living their final dance in the middle of the ice-veiled universe..." Beautiful, a web of stars
Aires Stand back, you oughta know whatcha gonna get in me Just a little touch of star quality Fill me up with your heat, with your noise With your dirt, overdo me Let me dance
Jones strikes up a conversation with this black- haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful