Shade کے بول

Little did you know It was taking hold of my head Little miracles So subliminal, let me rest You run from me, from me You won’t be my making You run from me, from me You won’t be my shade, please Little did I know You were miserable for several months It’s invisible Little metaphors weren’t enough I run from you, from you You won’t be my making I run from you, from you You won’t be my shade, please Please