I am the master of ignoring the past I have the answer, to the question that you never asked Teach me the seasons, and let every year be the test But ask me to dance love, I will fold like a marionette
I'm lost on you I'm lost on you I'm lost on you
I feel my insides growing soft like fruit in the sun And wonder how long it will be till the air is afraid of my lungs When will the evening cease to cool my wearying head Teach me to write love, I'll write you a song for the dead
I'm lost on you I'm lost on you I'm lost on you
I'm lost on you I'm lost on you
Ask me to dance love, I will fold like a marionette