You came out of the night,
Wearing a mask in white colour.
My eyes were shining
On the wine, and your aura.
All in order, we move into the boudoir,

But too soon the morning has resumed.

I´m hanging on the Old Goose Moon.
You look like an angel,
Sleeping it off at a station.
Were you only passing through?

I´m dying for you just to touch me,
And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me.
L´amour looks something like you.

The thought of you sends me shivery.
I´m dressed in lace, sailing down a black reverie.
My heart is thrown
To the pebbles and the boatmen.
All the time I find I´m living in that evening,
With that feeling of sticky love inside.

I´m hanging on the Old Goose Moon.
You look like an angel,
Sleeping it off at a station.
Were you only passing through?

I´m dying for you just to touch me,
And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me.
L´amour looks something like you.