From Your Favourite Sky - I Am Kloot

Do you dare take a breath

Do you dream of a tragic death, I know you do

Do you wail, do you weep

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 favorite sky

You were born forth from joy, 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 favorite sky

You possess, s’avoir faire, put cheap bleach on your hair

You know you do, you know you do

Do you dare take a breath

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 favorite sky

And so what is love?

And who am I?

To dare to pull the stars from your favorite sky

From your favorite sky