The smoke fills the room behind the closed curtains
We're offered some tea as the talk turns to dragons.
The black egg underneath in the fire it burns in the heart of desire.
it cracks, it breakes, we react. as he smiles, he smiles
it's beautiful. Isn't he beautiful. If you think so.
There is a face in the window.
Blonde hair and black eyes who could it be? who could it be?
He's gonna run, he's gonna tell the authority.
We've gonna hide'um, I'm gonna lie to'um, show urgentcy.
it's beautiful. Isn't he beautiful. If you think so.
it's beautiful. Isn't he beautiful. If you think so.
