From Your Favourite Sky

Do you dare

Take a breath

Do you dream of a tragic death

I know you do

Do you wail

Do you weep

Do 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 favourite 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 favourite sky

You possess

Savoir faire

Put cheap bleach on your hair

You know you do, you know you do

Do you dare

Take a breath

Do 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 favourite sky

And so what is love?

And who am I?

To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky

From your favourite sky