Black Champagne - Luna
Composer：Sean Eden/Dean Wareham/Lee Wall/Britta Phillips
Sunday on a whim
Things are falling in
You made it to your bed
But stayed up all night instead
My eyes are glossed
My head is tossed
I'm writing underneath your gaze
Don't you want to know
How this thing will go
I wonder how things became so strange
The battle brings me life
Drain the disco lights on me
Drinking black champagne
Diamonds in my veins
My hands are growing old
My teeth are paved with gold
My eyes are glossed
My head is tossed
I'm writing underneath your gaze
The battle brings me life
Drain the disco lights on me
