Pygmalion Lyrics

Arabrot Pygmalion

I am here to invent a new sin
The sin of loving you
My the gods be with me
The faint whispers behind the trees
Are they of horror or of joy?
Are they the shadows in your head?
In your head
In your head
MMm
MMm

Love is like an x-ray of a black hole
Formidable, penetrating
I see babies in gigantic cones
They are moving like pawns
Are they the shadows in your head?
In your head
In your head
MMm
MMm

They circulate the gardens
They hang from the wires
They are mathematical, metaphysical
They are shaped like cylinders
Gyrating at their own axis
They produce terror, soon
Sons and daughters
Sons and daughters
Sons and daughters
MMm
Sons and daughters
Sons and daughters
Sons and daughters
MMm