Moscow in springtime ,a scent of hope is in the air.
Her talent and passion , could take her everywhere.
Did you feel like a boy ?
When you shared the same space.
Did you see mona lisa ?
When her hair framed her face.

And did you always want to be the one ?
Who gave her inspiration and strength to move on.
As she was drawing perfect circles.....on the ice.
Paris in summertime , she was playing by your side.
You where neglecting your ego , for the dreams she could confide.
Did you lie awake at night?
Afraid to sleep and find a dream.

Were there tears in your eyes?
When jealousy produced a scheme.
And did you always want to be the one ?
Who gave her inspiration and strength to move on.

As she was drawing perfect circles
As she was drawing perfect circles
As she was drawing perfect circles.....on the ice.

I saw teenage prostitutes with the diplomats they pleased.
Selling our future , spreading the disease.
Don't let me down.
Please don't let me down.
I saw polynesian frenchfries , glowing in the dark
While the mastermind neglects to cover his face.
I see tomorrow become yesterdays disgrace