The Phantom Limb کے بول

Truly, madly, deeply Sadly dead and gone Canvas burning, spark a yearning Carry on I feel, yet I reach into thin air You heal to your heart’s content Searching deep within you For strength to continue through sinew and bone Never mind mending damaged nerve endings I’m accident prone I feel, yet I reach into thin air You heal to your heart’s content I have had a thousand days to wither Missed the point of no return I have made my changes for the bitter And watched your painted likeness burn It could not save me, nor you The passers-through no matter Who might make it to the end It did not save you I stare at the limb as its precious skin becomes illusion These bones are at home and I’ll keep on cherishing them I feel, yet I reach into thin air You heal to your heart’s content