paroles de chanson Black Champagne - Luna

Sunday on a whim
Things are falling in
You made it to your bed
But stayed up all night instead

My eyes are glossed
My head is tossed
I'm writing underneath your gaze
Don't you want to know?
How this thing will go
I wonder how things became so strange

The battle brings new life
Train the disco lights on me

Drinking black champagne
Diamonds in my veins
My hands are growing old
My teeth are paved with gold

My eyes are glossed
My head is tossed
I'm writing underneath your gaze

The battle brings new life
Train the disco lights on me