Pygmalion - Årabrot

I am here to invent a new sin

The sin of loving you

My the gods be with me

The faint whispers behind the trees

Are they of horror or of joy?

Are they the shadows in your head?

In your head

In your head

MMm

MMm

Love is like an x-ray of a black hole

Formidable, penetrating

I see babies in gigantic cones

They are moving like pawns

Are they the shadows in your head?

In your head

In your head

MMm

MMm

They circulate the gardens

They hang from the wires

They are mathematical, metaphysical

They are shaped like cylinders

Gyrating at their own axis

They produce terror, soon

Sons and daughters

Sons and daughters

Sons and daughters

MMm

Sons and daughters

Sons and daughters

Sons and daughters

MMm