The Red Capes Are Coming (Lex Luthor Theme) - Hans Zimmer

Sweet little words made for silence, not talk Young heart for love, not heartache Dark hair for catching the wind Not to veil the sight of a cold world Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool Drown into eyes while they're still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn First day of love never comes back A passionate hour's never a wasted one The violin, the poet's hand Every thawing heart plays your theme with care Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool Drown into eyes while they're still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool Drown into eyes while they're still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

Woo! Ah, ah, ah, yeah, ah-ah Yeah, yeah, ah-ah Lego, lego, lego, yeah Whoa, now Yeah, yeah, ah-ah Ah-ah, yeah, ah-ah Hmm Are we still friends? Ah-ha-ah-ha, ah-ha-ah Problem 目まぐるしい どっちがいいなんて 決められない Remember me どこにいても 君だけがそう Ah-ha-ah-ha 俺の話聞いてくれる Are we still friends? Ah-ha-ah-ha, ah-ha-ah Problem 目まぐるしい Yeah, yeah Remember me どこにいても Yeah, yeah, oh Remember me どこにいても Yeah, yeah Remember me どこにいても Yeah, yeah, oh Remember me どこにいても

There was a rhyme that wasn't a rhyme In a time that wasn't a time There was a place that wasn't a place There was a race that wasn't a race But I lived in a city no-one knew Thousands of people, indecisions Chained in by sorrow everyone Started to wonder how it all begun Waiting for leaders to lead them to pens Queues went for miles and millions to come Fall of because write us a few Friend kept complaining and joined the queue! Still was a place that wasn't a place Still a race that wasn't a race Had to find it, it wasn't 'round here Such a thought - a simple idea Long hall and benches, flesh on the spit Music was playing, wine to drink Women of scarlet, faces of flame Laughter and argue, ever the same