Darling, I کے بول

More water So the blood will not boil setting course for The crooked straights Make me smile The destination is never where I want to be 1:12 Thus what's spoken Never has Its own remorse What I mean is I offer no, no Trust Darling, I am letting go Without a word to justify 'Cause studies show More than half the time We move our mouthes, we're full of shit It's a renaissance of language A renaissance of language A renaissance of language A renaissance More water So the blood will not boil open road Take us in and drive a while A renaissance of language A renaissance of language A renaissance of language A renaissance We're full of shit A renaissance