Frost-Bite کے بول

satelites are turning television's burning shine on water does it really matter? and if violence make the waves flow i will break every bone in your body and if silence make the wind blow i will listen to the beat of your frozen heart the temperature is rising now the talking waters are running dry the lips are sealed - no thoughts revealed and some will always say there is a reason for everything the love we made - the gifts i gave the sun still shines for yesterday and all my plastic angels are falling from the sky though all i've done was ever wrong the ships are sailing - love has gone so now it's down to me and all i want is felicity