Fog के बोल

These broken arms won't hold you down These ruptured lungs won't make a sound These syllables won't bring you back, Won't stitch the holes, no bones intact and I can't pretend that you were there and I can't pretend I held your hand and I miss your smile I miss your smile I need you now I need you now and I am not scared of falling down I am not scared of dark dark clouds I miss your smile I miss your smile I need you now I need you now