Flood کے بول

Pull me from the wreck or watch or stand serene shards of broken glass shattered like the innocence we lost so long ago See me empty and fill me with a false sense of warmth and cold, so cold I don't owe you anything purge this skin of feeling left me cold and trembling I don't owe you anything Am I afraid of how much sense this makes do I deny and tempt the inevitable can I restrain this flood from rising rising rising... I get carried away can I restrain this flood