كلمات Krayon

Krayon yellow puddle 'neath your burning sun I was the one melting in your twilight after the suicide of day Crawling night makes no design But I cannot identify what's mine If the sky was tarred from sin You would be salvation Krayon yellow puddle 'neath your bruning sun I was the one melting in your twilight after the suicide of day Feeling pale in comparison I bring my ghost to the edge of dawn But then your burning rays bring on blisters of frustration It's just that when you're in my face You take it over And since I stand still for the trace Suffocation's colder