Calling The Land লিরিক্স

A roam, to roam and not stay A home, a home far way Don't, don't you delay Phone, phone's not a veil A home, doomed in every way A soul, carved out in clay A face, face the death in the sand A cold, calling the land Alone, alone in the playground A phone, a bomb in the room Rome, a Rome puzzle day A soul, falling away