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She's dressed in black again
And I'm falling down again
Down to the floor again
I'm begging for more again
But, oh! what can you do when she's dressed in black

My mind wanders endlessly
On paths where she's leading me
With games that she likes to play
And words that she doesn't say
Not when we're alone and she's dressed in black

As a picture of herself
She's a picture of the world
A reflection of you
A reflection of me
And it's all there to see
If you only give in
To the fire within

(Dressed in black again)

Shadows fall onto me
And she stands there over me
And waits to encompass me
I lay here helplessly
But, oh! what can you do when she's dressed in black

(Dressed in black again)




---[otra de esas obras de arte del gran Martin Gore]