I won’t sing because I don’t want to be found out
It’s not that I’m not thinking about it
And even this life where I only think about parting
I’m assertively happy about it
And the conversation when we meet that won’t be enough
I’ll remember all of it up to the tiniest fragments as lyrics
And those slanting eyes
That turn towards me are troublesome
But I’m tired of preparing to run away
And though I’ve touched you many times
Mostly it was just quick wit
And I hide my fruitless true feelings
Please stop knowing about me, consequences are consequences, so don’t scold me
Please stop knowing about me, consequences are consequences, so don’t scold me
Please stop knowing about me, consequences are consequences, so don’t scold me
Please don’t hate me
Shaken more by your movements, to an uncontrollable degree
If there’s no rhythm, the conversation is flavorless
Scared of the disco ball, if I switch my insistence from hand to hand
I can still dance away shyly
That makes me always superficial. Don’t want to go back home
So don't tell me I can stay. Can’t get used to my body
Since I’m changing, more and more
I want you to see me me with your own eyes, even if it’s just a wish of mine
Things like what I’m thinking
It’s not like telling them to you is embarrassing
They're an eternal happy song
I’ll try to tell you but just make me refrain from it
Even though I’ll try to contradict you
Even if I finish writing all this world’s songs
I want you to look back at me, at my last song
Someone’s eyelashes, worn out, risqué
The night is long and I’m dying to be drunk
Shaken more by your movements, to an uncontrollable degree
If there’s no rhythm, the conversation is flavorless
Scared of the disco ball, if I switch my insistence from hand to hand...
Hey, please look at me with your own eyes, even if it’s just a wish of mine
Please stop knowing about me, consequences are consequences, so don’t scold me
Please stop knowing about me, consequences are consequences, so don’t scold me
Please stop knowing about me, consequences are consequences, so don’t scold me
Please don’t hate me
Shaken more by your movements, to an uncontrollable degree
If there’s no rhythm, the conversation is flavorless
Scared of the disco ball, if I switch my insistence from hand to hand...
You can still dance away shyly
That makes me always superficial. Don’t want to go back home
So don't tell me I can stay. Can’t get used to my body
Since I’m changing, more and more
I want you to see me me with your own eyes, even if it’s just a wish of mine zz