Like the shadow of the night, you twist and turn The night belongs to dreams, not to drift and churn Yours, nonexistent, hang from your pockets Beneath your wandering eyes, with that stony socket The disappointment’s no small thing Come on, let’s take wing Flip and flop too much Flip and flop — the masochist’s touch Like a sad clown, you keep flailing still Forced antics that sap your will Your circus of feelings, vanished away Your faithful pain-friends by your side, they stay The disappointment’s no small thing Come on, let’s take wing Flip and flop too much Flip and flop — the masochist’s touch And so much shamelessness, never updated Hidden pitfalls behind loves overstated Sipping black lace at ungodly hours Under cover of a thief’s insomniac powers The disappointment’s no small thing Come on, let’s take wing Flip and flop too much Flip and flop — the masochist’s touch When the mouse sleeps, the cat dances the java From Broadway or elsewhere, tralala Soak your gaze, sing your notes, nota bene That fade away in sighs enflamed and heady The disappointment’s no small thing Come on, let’s take wing Flip and flop too much Flip and flop — the masochist’s touch Your thousand-layered lies take flight From your poor memory, stripped of light They’re the fruit of your wrecked-up days That you sing to all as a waking daze The disappointment’s no small thing Come on, let’s take wing Flip and flop too much Flip and flop — the masochist’s touch
