Lyrics Wounded - Noémie Wolfs

Wounded

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