paroles de chanson The Truth About Arthur - Golden Earrings

He's looking at me with his eyes closed
And his lips moving fast
Little drops are trickling down
From his chin upon his chest
And everytime I try to escape
The little dwarf appears and fades

His lusty hand that touches me
I smell the air of death and life
Walking from the ballroom of the dead
I hear two ghostly voices in a dark duet
Hearing the music of the minuet
Walking from the ballroom of the dead
Voices I wish they were singing last

The lusty hand that touches me
I smell the air of death and life
Walking from the ballroom of the dead
I hear two ghostly voices in a dark duet
Hearing the music of the minuet
Walking from the ballroom of the dead
Voices I wish they were singing last

Ghostly voices in a dark duet
Hearing the music of the minuet
Ghostly voices in a dark duet
Hearing the music of the minuet
Ghostly voices in a dark duet
Hearing the music of the minuet.