Anyway کے بول

All the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart This is the one for me Time to meet the chef O boy! Running man is out of death Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath Is back to ash, now, you've had your flash boy The rocks, in time, compress Your blood to oil Your flesh to coal Enrich the soil Not everybody's goal Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse But I'm sure I hear a train O boy! I don't even feel no pain I guess I must be driving myself insane Damn it all! Does earth plug a hole in heaven Or heaven plug a hole in earth? How wonderful to be so profound When everything you are is dying underground I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow I could have been exploding in space Different orbits for my bones Not me, just quietly buried in stones Keep the deadline open with my maker! See me stretch, for God's elastic Acre The doorbell rings and its Good morning Rael So sorry you had to wait It won't be long, yeh! She's very rarely late