Shadows run on the carpet, Which one is mine? I have to find it. I can't hear you From the ticking of the wall clock, Feelings and worries already flock. I wanna watch Russian ballet with you. Don't you think that is true? I reach into the inside pocket of my coat, There're our tickets, though I never bought. Some steps and jumps amaze me; I can't believe what I see. We sit in the lodge, Your hand is between my legs. To all my questions, your answer is \"Yes.\" You're gripping, as if we were in a movie. The performance is over, The curtain falls—it's gloomy. You kneel before me, applause, finale. I kiss your hand; I'm leaving. You stay in the room, Watching the black stage. Too bad, what a pity, I didn't ask you to come with me. On the way home, I have to realize I was just imagining it all. You weren't there; We didn't even watch the show. Then whose hand would I have kissed? My own? And I didn't even notice? I get home, up the stairs, I'm sitting on the roof. You're here, Walking in circles around me. Or would I be a fool? The dress slipped off of your shoulder, The stars saw it and lay there. You spread your arms out, As if they were wings, Taking care of the stars, Being touching things. You get high with them And then vanish, Just as you turned up beforehand. You spread your arms out, As if they were wings, Taking care of the stars, Being touching things. You get high with them And then vanish, Just as you turned up beforehand.