I am the master of ignoring the past
I have the answer, to the question that you never asked
Teach me the seasons, and let every year be the test
But ask me to dance love, I will fold like a marionette

I'm lost on you
I'm lost on you
I'm lost on you

I feel my insides growing soft like fruit in the sun
And wonder how long it will be till the air is afraid of my lungs
When will the evening cease to cool my wearying head
Teach me to write love, I'll write you a song for the dead

I'm lost on you
I'm lost on you
I'm lost on you

I'm lost on you
I'm lost on you

Ask me to dance love, I will fold like a marionette