اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
On the lakebed I lay
Where you buried me in clay
My eyes swollen shut
At the core of the sorrow locked
Chewed up, spat out and forgotten
By cold torrents surrounded
Fooled by the lying tides
I fall, chasing butterflies
Sunshine like knives can hurt you
It can cut you, make you bleed
If followed by hailstorm
It can bruise you, make you shriek
Sprinkles of iced showers
Precipitating in the wrong hours
Deluge of fire and sweat
Killing the dew of regret
Fooled by the lying tides
I fall, chasing butterflies
Sunshine like knives can hurt you
It can cut you, make you bleed
If followed by hailstorm
It can bruise you, make you shriek
