Surprise کے بول

Feels like broken bones fixed On the dark november Close to what I thought, lost Illness, love, surrender Working, old gold clocks smiling Shinning for the hurries Spreading hate and mess Speaking fast with us, don’t worry And I beg your freedom, instead of this And I beg your pardon, would you call it interpeace? Lighting all the thoughts, night in Fighting cloud and moon Sadness has been growing, reaching Steps along and soon Though there’s still the petal’s army All that war is coming back Makes me feel so down and moody Ready now to pack And I beg your freedom, instead of this And I beg your pardon, would you call it interpeace? All those “shinny happy people” Close to their surprise Back to what they couldn’t feel Or even realize