Carve کے بول

Tear up the pages I wrote Take the knife from my throat Scream at an empty chair Finally getting somewhere with you gone, There's no music in song, You really didn't stay long, Considering, We were going to die In each other's arms. Take down the pictures of us, Nails in the coffin of trust. Kick out the rest of the dirt, Trying to bury the hurt With you gone, there's no music in song You didn't really stay long considering We were going to die in each other's arms Each other's arms. There is not a day I don't carve into the stone Somewhere along the way, I, I must have died alone With you gone, there's no music in song You didn't really stay long considering, We were going to die in each other's arms. Each other's arms Each other's arms Each other's arms