Pumpkin کے بول

Traveled half This life With a steering wheel I think it might be broken And like a knife It cuts My love is merely Something like a pumpkin Because I feel Alone And disguise my tongue All because Because my heart Is cold And the words, they burn Burn my soul Traveled half This life Chasing birds I think they Go the wrong direction And the like the wind She combs My love has merely Stolen my reflection Because I feel Alone And disguise my tongue All is wrong Because my heart (oh) Is cold And the words, they burn Burn my soul My love is merely Something like a pumpkin