O star in the sky, and the fire,
O flame between my legs leaps higher and higher.
I light your candles everyday, like a priest so patiently,
I light your candles everyday on the altar of me,
Is this what you were thinking of?
Is this what you were thinking of?
O beauty, I invite you to stay,
O child, you can rest here, but I must be on my way.
A thousand roses at my door, but they fade so frequently,
A thousand men die everyday on the altar of me,
Is this what you were thinking of?
Is this what you were thinking of?
Rabbit who will grow so small again,
Rabbit who will take the fall for man again,
Rabbit who will wait so patiently.
O child, who lights the candles every day,
O child, when the roses fade you best be on your way.
There’s a rabbit at your door; he’s waiting so patiently.
He’ll lead you on and on and on, through the altar of me.
Is this what you were thinking of?
Is this what you were thinking of?
Is this what you were thinking of?
Is this what you were thinking of?