Starlings کے بول

Black, black, black secrets circulating in the black night Black shoes, black shirt, black dress, black frame for a black eye A black box full of black sighs Did anybody see the silver stars glowing pink on the black shore? Or see the bomb burst like a cherry, deep red with a black core? White flags in a black war Does anybody else know how I feel? The color's running out, the feeling's real Yeah Black, black, black, black kiss on the filter of the cigarette Black wish, blacklist, black lips from the letters of the alphabet into a single black regret Did anybody see the Starling's black dance in the pink sky? Or hear the silver note buried down in the depths of a black cry? A red-throated goodbye Does anybody else know how I feel? The color's running out, the feeling's real Oh Does anybody else know how I feel? The color's running out, the feeling's real Yeah