كلمات Zedhead

Frost-bitten evergreen the stars they form a tree I'm walkin' backwards so the leaves can spill on me Five lives are ordered And there's fifty lives to tell Bodies escapin' from the tolling of the bell There's people talkin' to me what is there to say? I'm talkin' backwards so the voices fade away Fly my bed Fly my bed Fly my . . . Frost-bitten evergreen, the stars they form a tree I'm walkin' backwards so the leaves can spill on me Five lives are ordered And there's fifty lives to tell Bodies escapin' from the tolling of the bell There's people talkin' to me what is there to say? I'm talkin' backwards so the voices fade away Fly my bed Fly my bed Fly my bed