Wounded Songtext
von Noémie Wolfs

You walk into the room
Acting all cruel
That is what you do
I hear you talking
In colors so bright
The king of the night

You need a little mystery
The role you play is too clear, you see
The shining armor suits your style
But loses its cloak time after time


Lights are flashing
Dance your feels away
You′re the wounded night's king
You′re the wounded
You're the wounded
You're the wounded night′s king

You need a little mystery
The role you play is too clear, you see
The shining armor suits your style
But loses its cloak time after time

You need a little mystery