The Roar

Wearing black and white
With stains of gold, through the door she goes
He runs, in black tie fast
Begging her love

Under feline spell we meet
Woken by those tiny eyes on fire in the night sky

Wandering corridors
With French hat she waits all night
It`s day, with bright light charm
She`s the sun

Woke up in the middle of life
Hear the roar