Wounded - 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 looses its cloak, time after time

Lights are flashing

Dance your feels away

You’re the wounded nights king

You’re the wounded, you’re the wounded

You’re the wounded nights king

You need a little mystery

The role you play is too clear, you see

The shining armor suits your style

But looses its cloak, time after time

You need a little mystery

You need a little mystery