Planet کے بول

Silence and suffering speaks the most The deep heavy feeling hot and cold Stop with the worst as you wait for the shallow And chase after castles like there's no tomorrow Sometimes dust flies up Hold your breath Make a street round surround her And timing is a planet Face the round with honest answers Choking on a silent device Return from the clockwork just to make you see The deep orange brickwork that it'd be Stop with the worst as you wait for the shallow And chase after castles like there's no tomorrow And sometimes dust flies up Hold your breath Make a street round surround her And timing is a planet Face the round with honest answers Choking on a silent device (Return from the clockwork just to make you see)