Besedila: Heads. No Big Bang.

Just a glimpse of thigh
And the footlights of my burlesque season
Blaze across the sky
And I'm tearin' back the red shift

To tempt you with a shock of skin, so milky white
And the supernovas have their duller moments
Thought I'm fashionably late
I'm light years beyond them

You grow thirsty and I'm all spread out
Hung high and flirty
Reflected on the shore
And you dive, dive, dive in

Painting ripples on my skin so blue and warm
When the supernovas have their duller moments
Though I'm fashionably late
I'm light years beyond them

No big bang of a man, bang of a man
No big bang of a man, bang of a man is enough to

I watch you sleep
I've been on the prowl forever
There's no shade from my beam
And I'll suck you up with my weather

Lock you in a silver tether
Drown you in cream
Even supernovas have their duller moments
No big bang of a man is enough to fill them

Even supernovas have their quiet moments
No big bang of a man is enough to fill them
When I'm lost out there
I am everywhere and I'm lost out there

No big bang of a man is enough
No big bang of a man is enough
No big bang of a man is enough to fill them
No big bang of a man is enough to fill them