Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird & Tricky
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Martina Topley-Bird
Somebody stayed on the fire
These are the days of a gun
Nobody would say you won't try it
Dull is the sword I'm falling on
Your days of being stone
Oh, you're not solid for no real
What say you see them falling down dead
How do you stay a lover inside?
How do you stay a lover inside?
Somebody stayed on the fire
These are the days of a gun
Nobody would say you won't try it
Dull is the sword I'm falling on
We’re starting, don’t try it
What sort of thing are we starting?
Oh, you're not solid for no real
What say you see them falling down dead
How do you stay a lover inside?
How do you stay a lover inside?
How do you stay a lover inside?
How do you stay a lover inside?
Learning blood
(Long as your heart don't have to share)
All turned on
(To reach the wounded sounded fair)
Handcuff a tongue