As I’m standing in the spotlight
I see look-alikes swiftly passing by
But none of them pull off
That red dress like you do
And I follow very thorough
Each and every one in my mind
But all roads lead to home
Where rooms are filled with memories
You’ve always had me caught
Between the fire and your vicious sensuality
Playful debauchery
I’d never would have thought
That everything would end up in this way
As you take me by the hand
And lead me down memory lane
A love in black and white
With hints of perfume in the air
You hold on to the leading role
Despite the fact that you’re long gone
But no-one would be able
To replace this femme fatale anyway
With passion and despair
You always lured me into petty ambiguity
Mental disparity
If only I had said
That life would stop being the same
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
As I’m standing in the spotlight
I see look-alikes swiftly passing by
But none of them pull off
That red dress like you do
And I follow very thorough
Each and every one in my mind
But all roads lead to home
Where rooms are filled with memories
You’ve always had me caught
Between the fire and your vicious sensuality
Playful debauchery
I’d never would have thought
That everything would end up in this way
As you take me by the hand
And lead me down memory lane
A love in black and white
With hints of perfume in the air
You hold on to the leading role
Despite the fact that you’re long gone
But no-one would be able
To replace this femme fatale anyway
With passion and despair
You always lured me into petty ambiguity
Mental disparity
If only I had said
That life would stop being the same
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