Arrowns کے بول

Satellite or Moon? Riddle or fortune? How long will it take me to leave my cocoon? To wrestle the room and no longer marooned? Emerge like a winner? Reminds me of you, my sweet summer fruit Always an island and rarely consumed With the dust or the filler, pro or beginner I'm leaving the dimmer on low I'm faulty as hell, hide in my shell Climb the whole tower without ringing the bell I'm at war with my shadow, roads, dark and narrow But I am the arrow And blessed is he who bеars this disease Craves thе desire of a man on his knees He says: Listen to me, say what you see And worry for it when you're gone Ha-ah-ah, ah Ha-ah-ah, ah Ha-ah-ah, ah Ha-ah-ah, ah