Pull The Sun کے بول

I pull the sun into her eye They've lost their glow, no surprise Gray morning comes into your eye I pull the sun down from the sky I pull the stars out of the night I give them to you until we die See how they shine, no surprise I pull the stars down from the sky And it's real Dead as well And it's real Dead as well I wish the moon into your eye See how it glows, no surprise And all the tides shift in your mind I blot the sun out for all time And it's real Dead as well And it's real Dead as well