Windowsill के बोल

Our limbs are tongue tied when I don’t know just what to say My heart is frozen I keep it out on my windowsill I climbed an eight-foot wall with ease I scraped my knee, I shed tears of kerosene Still I can’t hear a word you say to me Once a furnace we shovel in the ash and sighs Wasting our time Looking for sparks too shy I climbed an eight-foot wall with ease I scraped my knees, I shed tears of kerosene Still I can’t hear a word you say to me Colder than hell And I think I’m dressed for it You say you’ve been well Widen the frame See what’s been hiding from me Thaw those old bones