Iris کے بول

I like the way my hand looked on your head In the prescense of my knuckles And the beauty of this vision alone Just like yesterday's sunset Has been perverted by the sentimental And mistaken for love The felix of your truth will always break it And the iris of your eyes will always shake it And the armies The armies I have created Will always hate it Will always bate you on I liked the way my hand looked on your head In the prescense of my struggle And the beauty of this vision alone I can't shake from my tree just yet it's invading all my private moments Listen to me now The felix of your truth will always break it And the iris of your eye will always shake it And the armies The armies i have created Will always hate it Will always bate you on