Skin Of The Night
Lyrics
Like a moth she moves to the red light Her blood warms and boils there She skims the sweat like a new milk And pops the buttons off her wet blousefull lyrics...
Like a moth she moves to the red light Her blood warms and boils there She skims the sweat like a new milk And pops the buttons off her wet blousefull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
basic rock song structureselectronica influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
mild rhythmic syncopation
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
a breathy female lead vocalist
prominent use of synth
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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(All of her soft parts call to me) And she is haunting me Oh, queen of the night She pulls back the skin to show her ribs And she is haunting me Her blood warms and boils there Songwriters: Anthony Gonzalez, Morgan Kibby Her face vein out like a road map Oh, queen of the night (She could be mine) Well, she is deep inside And she is haunting me And she is haunting me (She could be mine) (All of her soft parts call to me) And she is haunting me Well, she is deep inside Well, she is deep inside Oh, queen of the night (She could be mine) Well, she is deep inside Well, she is deep inside Oh, queen of the night (All of her soft parts call to me) And she is haunting me Oh, queen of the night (All of her soft parts call to me) Oh, queen of the night (All of her soft parts call to me) (She could be mine) (All of her soft parts call to me) She skims the sweat like a new milk Well, she is deep inside (She could be mine) And she is haunting me (She could be mine) (She could be mine) Well, she is deep inside That twinkle like shooting stars Publisher: DELABEL EDITIONS SARL (All of her soft parts call to me) Well, she is deep inside And pops the buttons off her wet blouse (All of her soft parts call to me) Oh, queen of the night (She could be mine) Oh, queen of the night Like a moth she moves to the red light Well, she is deep inside (All of her soft parts call to me) She digs her nails into her naked chest Well, she is deep inside And she is haunting me Oh, queen of the night (All of her soft parts call to me) And she is haunting me Oh, queen of the night (She could be mine) And she is haunting me (She could be mine)


