Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller & Lalah Hathaway
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Marcus Miller
Hiding mystery in my head
I avoid the arms that with pleasure
Would welcome my surrender
I can't even trust my eyes
The path I walked is paved with fear
Tunnel with no end
And too winding to understand that all I need is to reach out
For brighter side of the dark
Behind the mask
Hypocrisy
Night is come
Day is done
Once blood has been drawn
There's always a need
Before the curtain of night will fall
With its heaviness
Before the lamp will project a trembling silhouettes
I'll sneak into your head to steal your happiness