graves کے بول

I begin to sow, begin to sow The thoughts they had burrowed Shatter me I'm made of seeds but they just bleed And I begin to grow Begin to grow like moss in the shadows Flutter me I'm made of seeds but they just bleed We’ll wish for weightless knees So take me, oh take me We’ll wait for wind to die And hang over the sky Saw fires from far away Oh take me, oh take me Our heads are all ablaze We’re running from our graves Cover me from the top down Pleading with the weeds Slow-lowly as your head bows Follow, follow me I begin to go, begin to get blind from dust Their wings shed Cover me up, up from the grave My whims have fled I begin to fault, began to fault Atticism in your speech Mutter me in Oh, how the lonely garden keeps We’ll wish for weightless knees So take me, oh take me We’ll wait for wind to die And hang over the sky Saw fires from far away Oh take me, oh take me Our heads are all ablaze We’re running from our graves (We’ll wish for weightless knees) We’ll wish for weightless knees (so take me, oh take me) We’ll wait for wind to die And hang over the sky Saw fires from far away Oh take me, oh take me Our heads are all ablaze We’re running from our graves Oh take me, oh take me We’re running from our graves Oh take me, oh take me We’re running from our graves