Drifting through space
where it’s always night.
Where it’s always beautiful
And I’m dressed in white.
When I was a child
it was beautiful here
I’m still a child because
there’s so much time up here.
When I was I child
Space filled my eyes
I was silent as the moon
Space filled my eyes
Who will make love to me?
Who will make love to me?
Who will make love to me… who?
Who will make love to me?
Who will make love to me?
Who will make love to me…who?
I watch the earth at night
It’s so far away
I dream dimly of the earth
oooo…. It’s so far away.
If I could pierce the atmosphere
Like a stone splashing down in the sea
Would I shut my eyes like a frightened stone
Would I still be able to see?
Who will make love to me…
On earth no clothes would be required
The center of the earth is molten fire.
The cold of space is a fantasy
the eyes of the peopel is all they see
Who will make love to me…
I dream a man although
I’ve never seen one before.
Eyes spread wide & dark like space
With molten fire at the core
Core of fire is reflected in his eyes
as they water up like the sea
And though I freezed like galatic ice
his fire presses out to me.
Who will make love to me…