Not A Soul Testo

Black dress on, the smoke still in her hairDances all alone as if she didn't care
She whispers, No, I'm not giving in.
When there's no sense in talking anymore
Doesn't say that much but she says it slow
Just a lonely, No, I'm not giving in.
I tried to save you from the dried up crowd
A perfect song to forget what you used to cry about
When the world has laid you low
You can come to me and I promise I won't tell a soul
Reflections echo off her face
Perfection is out of place
And it's only, only, only
Shades of gray