اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Silent scars build this place
Sonic bars surrounded stage
Painted smiles the puny bait
Moving limbs to fascinate
Begin the dream I wake instead
On gold lined silver plates their heads
A smothering embrace
This tiny breathing space
I see our distance closing in
Speak to me your hunger
But reach for me no longer
Painted smiles the puny bait
Moving limbs to fascinate
Begin the dream I wake instead
On gold lined silver plates their heads
A smothering embrace
This tiny breathing space
I see our distance closing in
Awaited fall from grace
With drowned and wetted face
I feel our limbs are growing thin
