The Stone کے بول

I'm ready to go I'm ready to fall in to her black Oh, how can it stain Why is her eyes so full of rain Oh, why can't I bleed like you do Why can't I breath like I did Nothing inside of my heart Nothing to crave like you have I'm throwing the stone I'm ready to bend inside her nest My roam is a cry A cry that is dark inside it's frame It's like her lips were made to scream Oh, why I just can't see her fear