كلمات Urn With Dead Flowers In A Drained Pool

I need your lie, darling love lies And if you gave it to me, i'd hold it in the palm of my hand Like a good luck charm or a vice And i'd reach up like a child to receive it There is no more There is no more I got . . . Take me inside your wall love lie And if he took me, i'd hold him up to the light Like a god, or a good luck charm, or a vice And i'd open up like a child to believe it There is no more There is no more I got . . . No There is no more There is no more I got . . . And still you can't give your peace to me