Beautiful Weapon کے بول

Sometimes, clear as fire There is nothing out of sight Sometimes, only shadows Washed out pictures, cloudy nights What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes You hold the flower that never unfolds I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes Seasons fall through time Changing landscapes in my mind Reasons, like birds, chime Plains and mountains undefined What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes You hold the flower that never unfolds I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes You hold the flower that never unfolds I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie