È uscita "The wrong man", la nuova traccia del tPSP
Un nuovo brano musicale, “The Wrong Man”, è disponibile online su Spotify, Deezer e iTunes!
È solo un teaser, un'anteprima dell'album venturo, che uscirà in primavera
https://open.spotify.com/intl-it/album/0UF3EmE5deA9h9FSHmcUjO?si=tRExYfaVT7uoWq8c_5FSdQ
Ecco il testo:
The wrong man
Did he ask you anything?
Eyes like a bitch, so cold and sly,
It was a strange and heavy day.
Don’t stare like that, don’t catch his eye—
A man alone is not for play.
It was a strange and heavy day.
Don’t stare like that, don’t catch his eye—
A man alone is not for play.
A child’s face but a body untrue,
With eyes designed to cause despair.
But you don’t know what he could do,
Don’t dare him with your wicked stare.
With eyes designed to cause despair.
But you don’t know what he could do,
Don’t dare him with your wicked stare.
Sixteen years hide in that face so sweet,
Who knows what hands have touched you so.
A poisoned flower, a deadly treat,
But you're playing with the wrong man now.
Who knows what hands have touched you so.
A poisoned flower, a deadly treat,
But you're playing with the wrong man now.
The wrong man
The wrong man
Too many scars on his heart turned stone,
Too many tears he's forced to bear.
Too much rage for your playful tone,
Too much strength in hands that tear.
Too many tears he's forced to bear.
Too much rage for your playful tone,
Too much strength in hands that tear.
You tease him again, as you always do,
Like a thousand others did before.
But you're too young, too grown up too,
This time he can't take anymore.
Like a thousand others did before.
But you're too young, too grown up too,
This time he can't take anymore.
Sixteen years hide in that face so sweet,
Who knows what hands have touched you so.
A poisoned flower, a deadly treat,
But you're playing with the wrong man now.
Who knows what hands have touched you so.
A poisoned flower, a deadly treat,
But you're playing with the wrong man now.
The wrong man
The wrong man
He knots his anger around your throat,
Your soft skin warm beneath his hand.
Your breath would have kept on afloat,
But his veins burn like firebrands.
Your soft skin warm beneath his hand.
Your breath would have kept on afloat,
But his veins burn like firebrands.
Your eyes shut tight, no smile to gleam,
Your bold, warm body glowing still.
He touches your face, like in a dream,
A princess sleeping, too bright to kill.
Your bold, warm body glowing still.
He touches your face, like in a dream,
A princess sleeping, too bright to kill.
To bright to kill
To bright to kill
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