Из альбома: Young Giant
Hoops, hoops, always jumping through hoops and tripping
on the hedges.
Tip-toe through fire, too sure to look behind I ain't
using checks and balances.
Youth had freed me to run with the wolves and feast on
the night.
The hungry night.
Maybe I just wanna be your man.
How am I to put you down if I'll just pick you up
again?
Maybe I fear I can't taste your love now that I've
decided
That I can't only be your friend.
Move, make a move that you might be tempted again to
feel
Anything thats wrong is right, when day has fled to
night.
I've been there.
Dan, there's nothing wrong with a taste of a kiss that
missed on love.
And so it fainted.
To be dismissed would be so sad.
So I check you up and down
I've got a greater proposition.
There's a simple way to fit the mold.
You'll look a man on his mission.
First, you'll spread yourself thin.
Next, you can paint your face a pale white.
Then, you'll let yourself through that door.
And alas, you'll surely claim your prize.
I'll bring you up to have a sweeter tooth and a deeper
root until your face to face with an apparition.
The ghost that breathes lies is a greater danger, a
perfect stranger.
At last you've turned the light on.
At last you've turned the light on.
Maybe I just wanna be your man.
How am I to put you down if I'll just pick you up
again?
Maybe I fear I can't taste your love now that I've
decided
That I can't only be your friend.