Ballrooms Of Mars Testo

Testo Ballrooms Of Mars

Tiziano Ferro, al concerto non si presentano 1000 persone per paura di attentati
You're gonna look fine, be primed for dancing

You're gonna trip and glide along the trembling plain

Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses

And wind, and cars, and people of the past

I'll call you thing, just when the moon sings

And place your face in stone upon a hill of stars

And gripped in the arms of the changeless madmen

We'll dance our lives away in the ballrooms of Mars

You talk about day, I'm talkin' 'bout night time

When monsters call out the names of men

Bob Dylan knows, and I bet Alan Freed did

There are things at night that are better not to behold

You dance, with your lizard leather boots on

Pull the strings that change the faces of men

You diamond-browed hag, you, a gutter gaunt gangster

John Lennon knows your name, and I've seen his