MENDING کے بول

We built up From the ground With steady work This love we found Mended the walls Thickened our skin Each passing day The paint wears thin So maybe it's time This love has flown There's no such thing As a finished home We could paint And we could sand All that remains Are calloused hands And once again The cracks appear Needing care We've persevered And so We move along On Sunday night We patch the holes Complain about Our hollow souls Every day It starts again Tell me now Does that make sense? The end's the start Of where we go This story's ours And ours alone But let's pave a path To somewhere new I'll build a life Just not with you On Sunday night We patch the holes Complain about Our hollow souls Every day It starts again I just don't see How that makes sense? The end's the start Of where we go This story's ours And ours alone Let's pave a path To somewhere new I'll build a life Just not with you