Her eyes like fire and ice. Her words sharp more than a knife. Her hands are ever so cold. But her voice is like wine and roses. Yea she's both shadow and light. She's both surrender and fight. She wears her heart on her clothes. And her scars always remember. Yesterday. Was dreaming about lady day. Daydreaming about lady day. She was 18 shades of grey. 18 and beautiful. Her road was harder than most. She walks the walls like a ghost. Her smile's both pleasure and pain. And her guns are always loaded. Her soul's as big as the sky. Her life way ahead of its time. This town's too small for 'em both. She's a time bomb that just exploded. Yesterday. Was dreaming about lady day. Daydreaming about lady day. She was 18 shades of grey. 18 and beautiful. Her eyes like fire and ice. Her words sharp more than a knife. Her hands are ever so cold. And her guns are always loaded. Was dreaming about lady day. Daydreaming about lady day. She was 18 shades of grey. 18 and beautiful