Wasteland کے بول

Not for no reason do they call this a wasteland This is the place where your mind isn't wanted Springs so cruel since it stops us pretending Many a place for a good confrontation There is no time for the lost generation Inevitably it's a generalisation But innocence leaves like a trivialisation The devil in me made a pact with naievity I keep you close with a memory The devil in me keeps a record of his misery I keep you close with a memory Judging by your reaction I'll be taking to no further action It's then I know that I know when I need you Then I know that I know when I need you I know that I know when I need you And not for no reason do they call this a wasteland The century sighs because life's in the margin The casual stance of the size is reluctance Ritual needs like a cosy conclusion Destiny screams till it turns to a whimper You see it on screen but there's a flaw in the picture Maybe there's space for the smallest suggestion The devil in me made a pact with naievity I keep you close with a memory The devil in me keeps a record of his misery I keep you close with a memory Forging a new vocabulary seems like the only answer Then I show that I know that I need you When I show that I know when I need you I show that I know when I need you Judging by your reaction I'll be taking to no further action Then I know that I know that I when need you Then I know that I know that I when need you Forging a new vocabulary seems like the only answer Then I show that I know that I need you When I show that I know when I need you I show that I know when I need you I show that I know when I need you Then I'll know