carmine lips Video (MV)

You lose your raincoat
She finds it forsaken
Wears it like a tinker-bell
Doesn't care it's taken
You can't cover from
The thundering rainstorm
You chase her down the road
Was she just an invention?
You barely see her face
So you don't have the proof
There's mist over her story
There's mist over her rouge
You scream for her name
Your heart skips a beat
But she's a runaway
She's the killer queen

You don't mind too much
When your thoughts are misshapen
You like to play the victim
When you get kinda nervous
Her carmine lips
You barely remember
Her wavy black hair
Her eyes so vindictive
(Harlequin mind and you think she's the one
Recklessly unrefined inside your tipsy vision
Victim of the crime, she's the daredevil
But she's barely alive in your speculation)
She finds a raincoat
Lost in the rain
Carried by the wind
With a stain of champagne
She puts it on
Like its contemporary
She never met the owner
Swears it's imaginary
She wears tight blue jeans that make you crazy
Figurines of blooming daisies
Tennis shoes and pink on Wednesdays
She's the damsel on a white prince horse
The one you rescue from the curse
A princess with a gun and sword
Does she tell jokes that make you wanna smile?
Fancy dress when in mellow crowds
And whines when you don't kiss her mouth
She swears he was never there
But she barely even say a word
Swears he was never there
But she barely even say a word
(A word, a word, a word, a word, a word)