Fortune Wheel - Burning Peacocks

Queen of the backyard when you play with your little wood sticks

How could you think I would burn it in order to make my day

Strong silver angel on your throne, so scared of being alone

You don’t have to ruin evrything to find your own place down there

Down here, down here

Strong silver angel on your throne, so scared of being alone

You don’t have to ruin evrything to find your own place down there

Down here, down here

Down here, down here

Free whelling down, my face on the ground

Free whelling down, my face on the ground

Free whelling down, your face close to mine, my fortune wheel will come around

Down here, down here, down here

Down here, down here, down here