I was riding on my horse one cold and snowy night,
The air was tinged with whiteness and the road was gone from sight,
I pulled in on the rains to take deep breath of the night,
My vision looped the planet in a perfect circle quite.
God gave birth to man and then man gave birth to desire.
Come on, man, and plunge your torch into my ring of fire!
What’s behind the curtain when the final act has closed?
What do I keep hidden underneath my Sunday clothes?
Babe, I know the rules, know I’m bound to lose,
Cause I refuse to give my love to just one man.
My eyes are so wide open that my hands can’t even feel,
I’m bareback on my horse, and yet, my body’s draped in steel,
My eyes are so wide open that I can t say whats for real,
The world is draped in men, and yet, my heart’s afraid to feel.
God gave birth to man and then man gave birth to desire.
Come on, man, and plunge your torch into my ring of fire!
What’s behind the curtain when the final act has closed?
What do I keep hidden underneath my Sunday clothes?
Babe, I know the rules, know I’m bound to lose,
Cause I refuse to give my love to just one man.
When the snow is melted down, I will ride into the town,
I’ll polish up my boots, and then I’ll have a look around;
My horse is called imagination; he’s restless in his hoofs;
My sword is called the truth, and man, it’s pining bad for you.
God gave birth to man, and then man gave birth to desire.
Come on, man, and plunge your torch into my ring of fire!
What’s behind the curtain when the final act has closed?
What do I keep hidden underneath my Sunday clothes?
Babe, I know the rules, know I’m bound to lose,
Cause I refuse to give my love to just one man.