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, Far 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