Little Wounds

When deers come close to man
It's out of fear, and not for fun
I knew by the age of ten
There wasn't a god under the sun
Your drives and intentions are set
They're just as good as intentions can get
After the fall of human sciences
There was a need for answers
The girls of the nineteen-nineties
Formed an army of belly dancers
They defeated the men
They will never be the same again

Keep me close to you
I'm straying, as you can see
There's nothing strange about what I do
But it's funny how you do it with me
They gave me two left hands
An awkward spirit and a clumsy mind
But a circus freak knows where it stands
And I like to show the things I find
Daylight on the windows of a building
And can you see my little wounds are bleeding?

Keep me close to you
I'm straying as you can see
There's nothing strange about what I do
But it's funny how you do it with me
And it's funny how you do it with me
And it's funny how you do it with me