| Song | Flechette |
| Artist | No Knife |
| Album | Riot For Romance! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : No Knife | |
| she came on a velvet caress | |
| a whispered secret and a flick of the wrist | |
| and when the shortness of breath | |
| meets the bloody red kiss | |
| we'll pull off on an unlit street | |
| and in the shadows where the murderers meet | |
| we'll dance the tangle, in the dark we'll do the tryst. | |
| she came on with a velvet caress | |
| a whispered secret and a flick of the wrist | |
| and we're counting all the scars | |
| to find the places we missed. | |
| in the silence it's swift and sharp | |
| and with a word she leaves her mark | |
| when the tip of her cold dart | |
| finds the sin inside my heart. | |
| i keep execpting just to wake up | |
| but as usual i'm a mess. |
| zuo qu : No Knife | |
| she came on a velvet caress | |
| a whispered secret and a flick of the wrist | |
| and when the shortness of breath | |
| meets the bloody red kiss | |
| we' ll pull off on an unlit street | |
| and in the shadows where the murderers meet | |
| we' ll dance the tangle, in the dark we' ll do the tryst. | |
| she came on with a velvet caress | |
| a whispered secret and a flick of the wrist | |
| and we' re counting all the scars | |
| to find the places we missed. | |
| in the silence it' s swift and sharp | |
| and with a word she leaves her mark | |
| when the tip of her cold dart | |
| finds the sin inside my heart. | |
| i keep execpting just to wake up | |
| but as usual i' m a mess. |
| zuò qǔ : No Knife | |
| she came on a velvet caress | |
| a whispered secret and a flick of the wrist | |
| and when the shortness of breath | |
| meets the bloody red kiss | |
| we' ll pull off on an unlit street | |
| and in the shadows where the murderers meet | |
| we' ll dance the tangle, in the dark we' ll do the tryst. | |
| she came on with a velvet caress | |
| a whispered secret and a flick of the wrist | |
| and we' re counting all the scars | |
| to find the places we missed. | |
| in the silence it' s swift and sharp | |
| and with a word she leaves her mark | |
| when the tip of her cold dart | |
| finds the sin inside my heart. | |
| i keep execpting just to wake up | |
| but as usual i' m a mess. |