Nerve کے بول

High white ways Shattered by rain Pale dead walls Nerves pushed in pain Red light faced Mirrors of the dead People in the archways Eyes full of lead Always closing down myself Lower sights and never see Worlds of noise and worlds of light Expecting not to be High white ways Shattered by rain Pale dead walls Nerves pushed in pain Red light faced Mirrors of the dead People in the archways Eyes full of lead Always closing down myself Lower sights and never see Worlds of noise and worlds of light Expecting not to be Not close enough for you To hear a breath or steal a sigh But just close enough for me To take a step and pass you by Always closing down myself Lower sights and never see Worlds of noise and worlds of light Expecting not to be Not close enough for you To hear a breath or steal a sigh But just close enough for me To take a step and pass you by