Galatea

It's 'bout Pygmalion's nightmare.
He made a girl of the bone
That decided to be free and left him all alone.

Now he's very unhappy,
Calls to mind own love.
Galatea, maybe your cruel action is enough.

Give your hand,
Play a role
And he will not be alone.
Just your hand
And a role
And he'll be non-alone.
Give your hand,
Play a role
And he will not be alone.
Just your hand
And a role
And he'll be non-alone, non-alone.

You are a girl, he is a man.
Please, stay with him, I know you can.
Without your lips he isn't well.
I pray your mind to think again.

Give your hand,
Play a role
And he will not be alone.
Just your hand
And a role
And he'll be non-alone.
Give your hand,
Play a role
And he will not be alone.
Just your hand
And a role
And he'll be non-alone, non-alone.

Your heart is empty.
And you're in ecstasy
Over authority
With him.

No,
Stop your violence.
I know you can.
No,
Stop your violence.
I know you can.

Your heart is empty.