Railings کے بول

I'll press my face up to your railings I'll listen, you've still got a little unused pain A little hurt A little further Don't burn your hand on the window If you just want to take in the view Don't you bend my wicked mind With your mumbo-jumbo torture If it's all the same to you It's all the same... Here we are, we're here forever We're gone tomorrow, why I might not even bother But you're lovely and dark It's getting darker now You press your face to my railings I've still got a little unused pain I'll shoot you down With my good-luck paradox With my teeth and my brain With my teeth and my brain My death, it's holy and awesome It's as common as muck on a spade I'm not afraid now