All Over کے بول

It’s all over, it's all over Over, over, over So much wrong done So much good will spoilt Into the hole, we dare not look There lays the weapon to burn all the truth Held me so dear, a dead bird in your hands Want, oh so badly To end all disguise To strip off the doubt To strip all the fouls Strip all the tiny things That are better left untied There are many shadows In the back of my yard But from all the tallest Is the one that you would cast It has miles inside it To be lost, scared And now it has hills and fountains Mountains sharp, cities drowned It grows and grows, wide and tall Stretching out and digging up All the dead horses you had once fed You leave a trail behind Inside me, tiny widows flood Through tiny windows and doors Wash out your furniture and home Your smile an anchor without shore My body sings while my will rows But I’ll need none, now it's all It's all over