I am looking but can't find
For the place to sin,
alright...
Not this time.
Who is looking from the Sky,
Asking ''why?''
Hippopotamus and the laddie on it's back,
In a ballet shoes just dancing cabaret.
Don't define me as a thing
I have no gender.
Tristan went to find his wound,
Wrapped up in a danger.
Sing my harp but gently, low,
Very, very, very slow.
To the point of zero,
Boiling hug for hero.