Naked To The Flame Lyrics
| Song | Naked To The Flame |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | Singularity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hammill | |
| She was waxed up to face the camera like butter wouldn't melt | |
| in the back room Agencies hammered out a deal: points on the pelt. | |
| In the airlessly frenzied atmosphere she was the mistress of misrule, | |
| seeming careless of everything except her look, cooler than cool. | |
| And she's singing for her supper and she's dancing in the dark | |
| and she's running for her life if she but knew it. | |
| And though her heart is hard as stone | |
| that's still the flint from which she'll spark... | |
| Like a moth to the flame | |
| she was so eager to make it | |
| her ambition became naked. | |
| How iconically arched the eyebrow pluck, how vaselined the lens. | |
| Now ironically even highbrow critics rush to her defence... | |
| And she's spinning in the spotlight, but increasingly confused | |
| about the context that she finds herself wrapped up in. | |
| Is it in this skin she's living or in the last one she abused? | |
| Nothing quite like a dame, was she the broken or the breaking? | |
| The girl, the woman became | |
| naked. | |
| I preferred her in anonymity, but now that cover's blown | |
| and, absurdly, she stars, eponymously cast: it's Salome's show. | |
| Oh, be careful what you wish for as your own head might get turned | |
| you might find the biter bit before you know it; | |
| though ever eager for the spotlight she was never quite ready to be burned. | |
| At the end of the game the signature dish will get plated. | |
| She'll go out as she came, written in light as her fate is. | |
| The moth discovers the flame's | |
| naked. |
| zuo ci : Hammill | |
| She was waxed up to face the camera like butter wouldn' t melt | |
| in the back room Agencies hammered out a deal: points on the pelt. | |
| In the airlessly frenzied atmosphere she was the mistress of misrule, | |
| seeming careless of everything except her look, cooler than cool. | |
| And she' s singing for her supper and she' s dancing in the dark | |
| and she' s running for her life if she but knew it. | |
| And though her heart is hard as stone | |
| that' s still the flint from which she' ll spark... | |
| Like a moth to the flame | |
| she was so eager to make it | |
| her ambition became naked. | |
| How iconically arched the eyebrow pluck, how vaselined the lens. | |
| Now ironically even highbrow critics rush to her defence... | |
| And she' s spinning in the spotlight, but increasingly confused | |
| about the context that she finds herself wrapped up in. | |
| Is it in this skin she' s living or in the last one she abused? | |
| Nothing quite like a dame, was she the broken or the breaking? | |
| The girl, the woman became | |
| naked. | |
| I preferred her in anonymity, but now that cover' s blown | |
| and, absurdly, she stars, eponymously cast: it' s Salome' s show. | |
| Oh, be careful what you wish for as your own head might get turned | |
| you might find the biter bit before you know it | |
| though ever eager for the spotlight she was never quite ready to be burned. | |
| At the end of the game the signature dish will get plated. | |
| She' ll go out as she came, written in light as her fate is. | |
| The moth discovers the flame' s | |
| naked. |
| zuò cí : Hammill | |
| She was waxed up to face the camera like butter wouldn' t melt | |
| in the back room Agencies hammered out a deal: points on the pelt. | |
| In the airlessly frenzied atmosphere she was the mistress of misrule, | |
| seeming careless of everything except her look, cooler than cool. | |
| And she' s singing for her supper and she' s dancing in the dark | |
| and she' s running for her life if she but knew it. | |
| And though her heart is hard as stone | |
| that' s still the flint from which she' ll spark... | |
| Like a moth to the flame | |
| she was so eager to make it | |
| her ambition became naked. | |
| How iconically arched the eyebrow pluck, how vaselined the lens. | |
| Now ironically even highbrow critics rush to her defence... | |
| And she' s spinning in the spotlight, but increasingly confused | |
| about the context that she finds herself wrapped up in. | |
| Is it in this skin she' s living or in the last one she abused? | |
| Nothing quite like a dame, was she the broken or the breaking? | |
| The girl, the woman became | |
| naked. | |
| I preferred her in anonymity, but now that cover' s blown | |
| and, absurdly, she stars, eponymously cast: it' s Salome' s show. | |
| Oh, be careful what you wish for as your own head might get turned | |
| you might find the biter bit before you know it | |
| though ever eager for the spotlight she was never quite ready to be burned. | |
| At the end of the game the signature dish will get plated. | |
| She' ll go out as she came, written in light as her fate is. | |
| The moth discovers the flame' s | |
| naked. |
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