A pasture land lacks what it takes 
The setting is a closed room 
Stravinsky's opera I hear 
Orchestration's boring 

Sceneries come in a row 
Direction seems so pointless 
Dressing up and dressing down 
You strip it then it's empty 

Scheme 
Scene 
Substance is gone 
Pleasure will run 

Go 
Down 
In friendly arms 
Loosing your charms 

Let me out of here 
Let me out of here 

No divas on a couch 
For me 
Too much 
For me