Black dress on, the smoke still in her hair Dances all alone as if she didn’t care She whispers, “No, I’m not giving in.”
When there’s no sense in talking anymore Doesn’t say that much but she says it slow Just a lonely, “No, I’m not giving in.”
I tried to save you from the dried up crowd A perfect song to forget what you used to cry about When the world has laid you low You can come to me and I promise I won’t tell a soul
Reflections echo off her face Perfection is out of place And it’s only, only, only Shades of gray Shades of gray
I tried to save you from the dried up crowd A perfect song to forget what you used to cry about When the world has laid you low You can come to me and I promise I won’t tell a soul Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
