With Hands Torn Open کے بول

I open my eyes into this lingering dream I've bled here before, oh so many times Deadened by our mortal restraints Overgrown, I'd die to feel you shine Holding on with hands torn open Cause I know the hurt will write our song Lost in the sleep, where both our roads entwine Eyes at the ground to shun these puzzling signs A mere servant of the deafening whispers Sunk beneath, I meld into the vines Holding on with hands torn open Cause I know the hurt will write our song Overgrown, I'll be waiting Right here, to smile and sing along Holding on with hands torn open Overgrown, I'll be waiting here unbroken