Song | Lady In Black (Live In France / 2014) |
Artist | Yodelice |
Album | Like A Million Dreams |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Marianne Groves | |
作曲 : Yodelice/Xavier Caux | |
Silent howling in the night | |
I like my satin black | |
Blacker than the knife | |
Thrust in my back | |
Seeking for a beam of light | |
In this city of haste | |
My life cast aside | |
As toxic waste | |
Silk and flowers | |
Ripped off my flesh | |
Betrayal and sadness | |
Booming in my chest | |
Strumbling in my best dress | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
Unseen and forsaken | |
One lost Puerto Rican | |
My heart and heels broken | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
Silent howling in the night | |
I like my satin black | |
Blacker than the knife | |
Thrust in my back | |
Seeking for a beam of light | |
In this city of haste | |
My life cast aside | |
As toxic waste | |
Silk and flowers | |
Ripped off my flesh | |
The past is filming over | |
Memories foam and lather | |
Your words melt in my tears | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
I've loved and I've seen | |
The price of self-esteem | |
The daring, the loathing | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
Silent howling in the night | |
I like my satin black | |
Blacker than the knife | |
Thrust in my black | |
Seeking for a beam of light | |
In this city of haste | |
My life cast aside | |
As toxic waste | |
Silk ans flowers | |
Ripped off my flesh | |
Rolling under my feet | |
The tarmac cries and weeps | |
Your heat is my call sheet | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive |
zuo ci : Marianne Groves | |
zuo qu : Yodelice Xavier Caux | |
Silent howling in the night | |
I like my satin black | |
Blacker than the knife | |
Thrust in my back | |
Seeking for a beam of light | |
In this city of haste | |
My life cast aside | |
As toxic waste | |
Silk and flowers | |
Ripped off my flesh | |
Betrayal and sadness | |
Booming in my chest | |
Strumbling in my best dress | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
Unseen and forsaken | |
One lost Puerto Rican | |
My heart and heels broken | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
Silent howling in the night | |
I like my satin black | |
Blacker than the knife | |
Thrust in my back | |
Seeking for a beam of light | |
In this city of haste | |
My life cast aside | |
As toxic waste | |
Silk and flowers | |
Ripped off my flesh | |
The past is filming over | |
Memories foam and lather | |
Your words melt in my tears | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
I' ve loved and I' ve seen | |
The price of selfesteem | |
The daring, the loathing | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
Silent howling in the night | |
I like my satin black | |
Blacker than the knife | |
Thrust in my black | |
Seeking for a beam of light | |
In this city of haste | |
My life cast aside | |
As toxic waste | |
Silk ans flowers | |
Ripped off my flesh | |
Rolling under my feet | |
The tarmac cries and weeps | |
Your heat is my call sheet | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive |
zuò cí : Marianne Groves | |
zuò qǔ : Yodelice Xavier Caux | |
Silent howling in the night | |
I like my satin black | |
Blacker than the knife | |
Thrust in my back | |
Seeking for a beam of light | |
In this city of haste | |
My life cast aside | |
As toxic waste | |
Silk and flowers | |
Ripped off my flesh | |
Betrayal and sadness | |
Booming in my chest | |
Strumbling in my best dress | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
Unseen and forsaken | |
One lost Puerto Rican | |
My heart and heels broken | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
Silent howling in the night | |
I like my satin black | |
Blacker than the knife | |
Thrust in my back | |
Seeking for a beam of light | |
In this city of haste | |
My life cast aside | |
As toxic waste | |
Silk and flowers | |
Ripped off my flesh | |
The past is filming over | |
Memories foam and lather | |
Your words melt in my tears | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
I' ve loved and I' ve seen | |
The price of selfesteem | |
The daring, the loathing | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive | |
Silent howling in the night | |
I like my satin black | |
Blacker than the knife | |
Thrust in my black | |
Seeking for a beam of light | |
In this city of haste | |
My life cast aside | |
As toxic waste | |
Silk ans flowers | |
Ripped off my flesh | |
Rolling under my feet | |
The tarmac cries and weeps | |
Your heat is my call sheet | |
On Lowest Wacker Drive |