Thriving Ivory - Secret Life
Hangs up her coat like always
wouldn't have it any other way
the TV glows in her apartment
much better than most company
is something on your mind?
hands are cold as ice
you dance like a queen
inspite of all the things you never wanted
when you left out in the cold
you dance like a queen
your sillouwette is still my reflection
you speak to me, you speak to me
you speak to me riddles
you speak to me
puts on her face like breathing
another day in black and red
coat is old, car seat freezing
and the radio just wont play
you dance like a queen
in spite of all the things you never wanted
when you left out in the cold
you dance like a queen
your sillouwette is still my reflection
you speak to me, you speak to me
you speak to me riddles
you speak to me