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.