New Arms کے بول

Three birds flying in the sky like a face No sounds, no stars The Moon is a dime, a flashing bright place I wanna feel new arms Around me Around me A voice is coming from the horizon Moving like a train What is that voice? The sky says: It's life The Moon says: It's pain You found me You found me A flower, a flower You gave me your charms I don't need charms I need to forget this chainmail in the lake And make room for new arms, make room for new arms To surround me Surround me, surround me To surround me Surround me, surround me To surround me Surround me, surround me To surround me Surround me, surround me To surround me Surround me, surround me To surround me Surround me, surround me