The Red Pool کے بول

I wouldn't touch you When I had the choice But with the thinning air We have the same voice I wouldn't listen Wasn't worth the trouble With the setting sounds We share the same puddle Join me in the Red Pool Another fall for another fool Together we can grow cool Mingling in the Red Pool I wouldn't see you When I had the time But now I notice We walk the same thin line Wouldn't regard you Empty prayers in vain But when the lids are closing We call on the same name