Another night, it’s just the same He has a job to do & it’s late The streets are teeming with evil signs “It’s just a job…” he tells himself A disconnect from what he’s done. But fate moves in mysterious ways. She sits & wonders what went wrong? Feels that her dream has gone astray Grabs her fans, the audience waits The lights come on, the music plays Become the siren, the muse, the flame Her eyes fixed on the man in black Now she dances with her black feathered fans As she glances at the stage from behind the mask The song is over she leaves the stage He makes his move, someone’s dead Their eyes meet… What a twist of fate No words exchanged, they chose their path Just a kiss, & out the back… The show must go on They’ll meet again. Now she dances with her black feathered fans As she glances at the stage from behind the maskTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
