In Your Lungs کے بول

It was on your back once It was in your lungs It was like black sand And killed me as it killed your hope I don’t have the chance to fight Against what rests in past It was like black sand What turned your green eyes into black Jesus died on the cross And you died on a white bed I don’t care much about him But you, I’d carry on my back When I’m stoned I can go back to the past Feel secure like I've just been born And burn the ghosts I have grasped Oh saint I haven’t slept for a thousand days I did fall but I don’t care, oh saint I don’t care to roll and roll and roll and roll