Making Strange کے بول

When I can't sleep You're a promise I keep When the safety comes off I'm driven, driven to the dawn That lie won't set me free That lie would stay with me And never change I keep making strange All the conquerers And great perjurers Chest feathered proud Inside voice out loud And crocodiles can think And violets can shrink Laying low and true A briefcase full of blues And the night is young Enough to bite your tongue Let the ponies run No bleeding just a bruise That lie won't do me proud That lie can take me down No bravest face I keep making strange That lie won't set me free That lie would stay with me I haven't changed I'm not making strange Life's too short (I can't hear you) The moon's too full (I can't hear you) That lie won't set me free That lie would stay with me I haven't changed I'm not making strange