Pretty girl, lips so soft she holds you with every breath
She blows your way
Hopefull stares turn into restless glares
When she fiddles with her hair
She blows your way
Hopefull stares turn into restless glares
When she fiddles with her hair
She knows you're game
All you see are green meadows in her eyes tonight
But when they turn the lights on
All the colours start to change
The music don't sound the same
You fade to grey
It's a shame, but pretty is not the one to blame
She just wants to play
All you see are green meadows in her eyes tonight
All you fear is lost in the forest of her mind
When they turn the lights on
All the colours start to change
The music don't sound the same
You fade to grey
They turn the lights on
And her tears start to rain
The music don't sound the same
You fade to grey
Call it karma, not a trick
You're out of luck and pretty's gotta give
Call it conscience, but that won't stick
You're out of luck and that's the way it is
Turn the lights on and the colours start to change
The music don't sound the same
You fade to grey
When they turn the lights on
I hope her tears fall like rain
The music won't sound the same
And you'll fade to grey
You'll fade to grey
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