Dead Flowers के बोल

The way you look at me Reminds me Of younger days And the slipping of the parting waves They only worship Lies without a fear The world doesn´t understand They seek to reprimand I´m starting to feel what´s going on I can´t tell shit from what´s going Whose Whose dead flowers The way she looked at me Reminds me Of younger days And the slipping of the parting waves They only worship Lies without fear Whose Whose dead flowers Whose dead flowers Whose dead flowers