كلمات The Scale

I have a sequin for an eye, pick a rose and hide my face This is a bandit's life, it comes and goes, and them's the breaks Under a molten sky, beyond the road, we lie in wait You think they know us now? Wait 'til the stars come out You see that? Well, I made you And now I take you back It's too late Today I can define the lack I made you And now I take you back My son, you sleep in clouds of fire That's all and that's right My son, you sleep in clouds of fire That's all and that's right I can still feel it when you lie, pick a rose just to hide my face If there's something I should know I seek no science where there is no shape Under a molten sky Let the days collide Well, I made you And now I take you back My son, you sleep in clouds of fire That's all and that's right My son, you sleep in clouds of fire That's all and that's right