Limbs Might Wail کے بول

You've still got time for that, they smile Have I been wrong. Is there no rest Or is this not the place I thought Of course it's not and here's the bath I am home or so they say I guess this halt is half way there Can't stop the weep of secret reasons So many things I've left undone There's the dining-room and we'll make sure That you will enjoy your stay All those gentle, whispering people Nurse my body, make me feel older And I am glad that I can't see That I have lost my greatest thoughts I've got nothing left since youth to grace I am home talking to others Not in any way like what I used to be But evidently we've got something in common As wail won't leave our brittle bones These my limbs may go