Green کے بول

this house is your own still living alone it don't make you sad but I think it's good to be green the summer is gone and spring don't belong the traces are here for long winter I miss the green it used to be clean if you want to be free please don't fall for me i could be anyone but your friend if you open the door I'll give a whole lot more I could be anyone but your friend the assumption is good though not likelihood and my feeling is true I want to be living with you the truth it begins we're breathing it in with shadows of doubt in time we will I miss the green it used to be clean Anyone Anyone Anyone No no no seeing is believing the feeling is deceiving you know it's the truth when you find that you can't talk leaving on this all into chaos seeing is feeling is seeing is you