Unison کے بول

I was warned about you But then, I was worn Through Then But then I let the sound in Of torches along the path's edge Rustling in my eyes and ears Our eyes and ears Hours would pass and nothing All contorted in row These antlers don't Cut Through Nor do they tessellate with Anything along where we're walking Cutting out And in And out, and out, and in Again Hours would pass and nothing I know you You know our bodies move in unison The answer's within that I could be burning houses but I'm not I knew you I thought our bodies moved in unison Lucile, I rescind that I could be burning houses but I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not