كلمات Strings

We pull our strings from the one inside As the mind turns down from the thoughts we hide I'll never forget the nights when our skin became pale Oh I thought you said "take me now" or is it a tale? The freezing hand of the killing kind The loneliness of a burning mind My finest hour as it turns into anger We read what we see - danger The tearing of a lip is away to wake Drifting teardrops on my skin fill me like a lake I'll never forget the nights When our skin became pale Oh I thought you said "Take me now" or is it a tale? Resonating strings echo with desire Sparks made by friction, a light from a fire Doors are closed and winds blow higher Faith becomes a liar Sometimes I believe what you get is what you give