الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
If I was fluent in your flavour
Savoured silence like death row’s meal
Half a hollow deity
But you’re still my Achilles heel
Break your bow and arrow
Save me from my doom
Planned to pack for Paris
But I’m scared to leave my room
Sway your standards, claim my crown
I’m falling, falling, down
