Hunter - Anna Calvi

I dressed myself in leather

With flowers in my hair

The red light of the window

Nothing can compare

One more taste

One more time

One more time

I open the door wide

I wanted to survive

Nothing lasts

Nothing lasts

The bodies and the rhythm

And flowers in my hair

The red light on the leather

Nothing will compare

And now I want to play

Now I want to play

And now I want to play

Now I want to play

One more taste

One more time

I opened the door, wide

I wanted to survive