Bloom کے بول

I lost my scepter I lost my wings O where the bees make wine Build me a home with hammers of rain Leave me a simple life I'd never stay here if I could leave I wouldn't waste my time I'm sick of the Sun How heavy she lays nails to a crimson sky Home Where we go to bury blood and stone I found a heart that I couldn't break No matter how I tried O the blossom is bare, brittle and pale Thrown in a crimson tide Home Where we go to carry blood and stone Home Where we go Will you bury me back home?