Under Your Dress - Walter Benjamin

Under your dress

there’s nothing for me to see

and nowhere for me to go,

under your dress.

But I tried to fight

those fascist hands of yours

in the hope that I could score

— but no such luck.

It makes me wonder if it’s fair

for me to go on,

but I think it’s only fair for me to try

and hide under your dress.

Under your sky

there’s no place for me either

but sometimes I knew I was the one

under your sky.

But it’s all right,

we’ll be over when we’re dead

and we were over from the start,

I can take it if I must.

It makes me wonder if it’s fair

for me to go on,

but I think it’s only fair for me to try

and hide under your dress.

Under your dress

decades seem to fall apart

and you know we could be friends

and meet under your dress.