Seven के बोल

Sew it on Face the fool December's tragic drive When time is poetry When stolen the world outside The waiting (could) crush my heart No... Sew it on Face the fool The tidal wave of fear And brave songs dissapear The secret voice of dawn This last time raise my eyes No... You'll taste it You'll taste it In time The right words In time The right words Sew it on Face the fool The mirrors lie, those aren't my eyes Destroy them, raise my hand Reflected in savage shards A new face, a soul reborn No... You'll taste it You'll taste it In time The right words In time