Loverboy

From the bottom of the swimming pool
I watch your white skin turning gold
I know we all beg God for love
Your eyes are piercing blue and cold
The only moving part on your face
Your face is like a death mask

You are so cold, my lover boy
You are so cold to me
You are so cold, my lover boy

You gently comb my hair
You kiss me on the cheek
Goodbye my dear
Pick me flowers on the way back
And every time you are away
And every time you are away
I′m sinking in the pool of salty tears
No, please

You are so cold to me, my lover boy
You are so cold