اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You said I'm sorry as you went to leave
And I lit a match to throw down at your feet
And scream: Don't come back
As you turned toward the door
And I ached as the flames grew up from the floor
And I'm tired of going out
And I'm tired of staying in bed
And I'm tired of your heart beating its way to my head
The old incantations I kept to myself
I miss you and I love you are weak protections spells
I held myself to the sound of my own breath
Settled down and slept in the crook of my own neck
And I looked out the window
And I wondered aloud
Will the Sun ever come back? I'm so tired of the clouds
And I'm tired of going out
And I'm tired of staying in bed
And I'm tired of your heart beating its way into my head
The old incantations I kept to myself
I miss you and I love you are weak protections spells
