Chameleon from NUDA by Andrea Ramolo

She turns into darkness, in winter it finds her and colours the flesh of her skin
Bruised purple and emerald to black soot and tarnish
She saves her slow dance for sin.
Her heart always hungry for someone to hold it, her body is begging to burn.
But she goes on….

Chameleon, chameleon, she keeps herself from the light
Chameleon, chameleon, which face will she wear tonight.

Her sharp silver tongue shines like a dagger that just finished killing its prey
She sweet talks her enemies just like her lovers, she knows it’s safer this way.
Sometimes she is Venus and others Medea, it all depends on the day.
And she holds on…..

Chameleon, chameleon, she keeps herself from the light
Chameleon, chameleon, which face will she wear tonight.

Down to the bone she’s just one who’s been broken, one too many times
In her defence it’s just her way of coping without crossing too many lines
Her diamond’s been lost in the brown murky water, deep in the pit of the lake
Deep in the pit of the lake.

Chameleon, chameleon, she keeps herself from the light
Chameleon, chameleon, which face will she wear tonight.

• Folk
• adult contemporary
• alternative pop
• folk pop
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Toronto