In your head the party has begun a long time ago
Even though other people don't understand you
and your bewitching curse
Senseless by the joy of reunion you flutter around like a butterfly
from one spotlight to another
Through smoke and the bottomless fall of human beings
A variant of the Queen of the Night
Tempting, poisonous and frightingly horrible
I sit in the corner as an observer of reason
the unpure who's drinking directly from the glass
Through the mists I see you playing with fate
a silent tango in a forest of disco rythms
The night is full of souls and the air condensed by intentions
There are more than enough people around to ensure the ultimate of isolations
feel the final loneliness
And so I sip my glass and look up
I see how your game has made you the center of the party, the sun in the room
Soon one, soon another is caught by the golden threads
you carelessly let hang from your fingertips
With your personality hidden behind masks and disguises
they make it just close enough to be able to smell the excitement
Before you once more take off in your play with innocence
Flying up through the lights and the mists and out into the night
Never revealed and if possible even more empty
you let your despair pupate your mind
when you, in the first rays of dawn, melt into the foldings of your sheets
Oh, little girl - you're the fright of my life
In your desperate attempt to be loved you love everybody
Vulnerable as Hell
