Ribbons & Detours کے بول

I can't believe it, you of all things It's been a while; memories deem some kind of anthem Lingering, images settle internally Ribbons and detours meant nothing to me Swaying our sentiments, pulling our strings Tempting me softly, but killing our dream You said its over but maybe its the same old thing I can't believe it, you of all things Coming in homage, devious needs Intimate outlies, weakening Tranquilize slowly, inside of me Ribbons and detours meant nothing to me Swaying our sentiments, pulling our strings Tempting me softly, but killing our dream You said its over but maybe it's the same old thing I gave the softest parts, trumped by the darkest parts Whispered the tender parts, made of idealistic things Ribbons and detours meant nothing to me Swaying our sentiments, pulling our strings Tempting me softly, but killing our dream You said its over but maybe it's the same old thing It's the same old thing It's the same old thing It's the same old thing