Every time I'm coming to this abstract place inside of you I'm so worried, will I be proud? Will I be strong like a man? You and I in a deep gloom, metaphysical rendez-vous I'm so sorry, I can't go on, I don't feel like a man I'm so sorry, I can't go through I'm standing naked, don't you see what is wrong? I'm so sorry, whose fault is it? You know blue eyes, last night you said I wasn't a man But sometimes I wonder: so what?