كلمات Rum

Imagine a white rose in Zion that closed Imagine a white rose in Zion that closed Don't stare at the moon Because you can change nothing Soon after your birth Everything turned to black and you lost your wings Your white skin, green eyes, every part of your body Feels nothing at all, looses control Dont touch the gold, it makes you dirty, dirty Time made me a bum I know you think I am dumb Smoking cig and drink a glass of rum It's better than going numb In front of a white, white wall in the hospital I pointed a pistol to views of digital Clock was burning, plot was turning But I was just watching it It's time to fall, you better hold my arm Don't be afraid of, because I was scared, too It circles around you again It circles around you again Zion is closed and lion sold that I loved I'll take you into the photograph I'll take you into the photograph I'll take you into the photograph And I'll take you into the photograph Imagine a white rose in zion that closed It circles around you again It circles around you again Zion is closed and lion sold that I loved