اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Breaking the calm and wandering on
The spoiled rumor of healthy hands that steal
Held the wages, you see it come
Ruthlessly rejoice
The old and rotting the creaking one that feels
So how can we feel as we used to?
In straining just to feel as we should do
Safety is the most unsettling
Just waking up at night and feeling old
Keeping comfortable
And severing the other me in sight
For giving up
Man becomes a portrait of becoming polite
And ever kneeling so old and tired
Believing in you need it
So how can we feel as we used?
In straining just to feel as we should do
I've been to better places
I've seen another in you
You've never known the sickness
To bear the bursting in you
I've been to better places
I've seen another in you
You've never known the sickness
To bear the bursting in you
Safety is the most unsettling
Just waking up at night and feeling old
Keeping comfortable
And severing the other me in sight
For giving up
