Limbs کے بول

Tell me you're impressed And all the promises that I kept Left a mark in your head That you'll stay with me till the end I re-arrange all the limbs I have Place me in boxes, wrap me by hand Till all that is left Is but an ache in my chest I'll let you down Any second now I'll be your lie If you'll be mine I'd follow your lead And replace all I've been Become what you need A pretty face in your gallery I'll say too much But not quite enough I'll be your lie If you'll be mine