Original Sin (The Natives Are Restless Tonight) Lyrics
| Song | Original Sin (The Natives Are Restless Tonight) |
| Artist | Pandora's Box |
| Album | Original Sin |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Steinman | |
| Oh, it's carnival night | |
| And they're stringing the lights around you | |
| Hanging paper angels | |
| Painting little devils on the roof | |
| Oh the furnace wind | |
| Is a flickering of wings about your face | |
| In a cloud of incense | |
| Yea, it smells like Heaven in this place | |
| I can't eat, can't sleep | |
| Still I hunger for you when you look at me | |
| That face, those eyes | |
| All the sinful pleasures deep inside | |
| Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in | |
| Underneath my skin, | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin | |
| This dangerous game | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| A dream will fly | |
| The moment that you open up your eyes | |
| A dream is just a riddle | |
| Ghosts from every corner of your life | |
| Up in the balcony | |
| All the Romeo's are bleeding for your hand | |
| Blowing theater kisses | |
| Reciting lines they don't understand | |
| I can't eat, can't sleep | |
| Still I hunger for you when you look at me | |
| That face, those eyes | |
| All the sinful pleasures deep inside | |
| Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in | |
| Underneath my skin, | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin | |
| This dangerous game | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in | |
| Underneath my skin, | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin | |
| This dangerous game | |
| Oh you were always my original sin |
| zuo qu : Steinman | |
| Oh, it' s carnival night | |
| And they' re stringing the lights around you | |
| Hanging paper angels | |
| Painting little devils on the roof | |
| Oh the furnace wind | |
| Is a flickering of wings about your face | |
| In a cloud of incense | |
| Yea, it smells like Heaven in this place | |
| I can' t eat, can' t sleep | |
| Still I hunger for you when you look at me | |
| That face, those eyes | |
| All the sinful pleasures deep inside | |
| Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in | |
| Underneath my skin, | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin | |
| This dangerous game | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| A dream will fly | |
| The moment that you open up your eyes | |
| A dream is just a riddle | |
| Ghosts from every corner of your life | |
| Up in the balcony | |
| All the Romeo' s are bleeding for your hand | |
| Blowing theater kisses | |
| Reciting lines they don' t understand | |
| I can' t eat, can' t sleep | |
| Still I hunger for you when you look at me | |
| That face, those eyes | |
| All the sinful pleasures deep inside | |
| Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in | |
| Underneath my skin, | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin | |
| This dangerous game | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in | |
| Underneath my skin, | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin | |
| This dangerous game | |
| Oh you were always my original sin |
| zuò qǔ : Steinman | |
| Oh, it' s carnival night | |
| And they' re stringing the lights around you | |
| Hanging paper angels | |
| Painting little devils on the roof | |
| Oh the furnace wind | |
| Is a flickering of wings about your face | |
| In a cloud of incense | |
| Yea, it smells like Heaven in this place | |
| I can' t eat, can' t sleep | |
| Still I hunger for you when you look at me | |
| That face, those eyes | |
| All the sinful pleasures deep inside | |
| Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in | |
| Underneath my skin, | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin | |
| This dangerous game | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| A dream will fly | |
| The moment that you open up your eyes | |
| A dream is just a riddle | |
| Ghosts from every corner of your life | |
| Up in the balcony | |
| All the Romeo' s are bleeding for your hand | |
| Blowing theater kisses | |
| Reciting lines they don' t understand | |
| I can' t eat, can' t sleep | |
| Still I hunger for you when you look at me | |
| That face, those eyes | |
| All the sinful pleasures deep inside | |
| Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in | |
| Underneath my skin, | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin | |
| This dangerous game | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in | |
| Underneath my skin, | |
| Oh you were always my original sin | |
| And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin | |
| This dangerous game | |
| Oh you were always my original sin |
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