Moscow in springtime, a scent of hope is in the air.
Her talent and passion, could take her everywhere.
Did you feel like a boy?
When you shared the same space.
Did you see Mona Lisa?
When her hair framed her face.
And did you always want to be the one?
Who gave her inspiration and strength to move on.
As she was drawing perfect circles... on the ice.
Paris in summertime, she was playing by your side.
You where neglecting your ego, for the dreams she could confide.
Did you lie awake at night?
Afraid to sleep and find a dream.
Were there tears in your eyes?
When jealousy produced a scheme.
And did you always want to be the one?
Who gave her inspiration and strength to move on.
As she was drawing perfect circles
As she was drawing perfect circles
As she was drawing perfect circles... on the ice.
I saw teenage prostitutes with the diplomats they pleased.
Selling our future, spreading the disease.
DON'T LET ME DOWN.
Please don't let me down.
I saw Polynesian frenchfries, glowing in the dark
while the mastermind neglects to cover his face.
I see tomorrow become yesterdays DISGRACE
