Control کے بول

If I could wait alone In spite of what is meant Answering the meaningless Raves which have all fled Could I speak an entire Conversation with myself? Defeating subject purpose Is rather along the edge Wave your hands up high Submerge your thoughts with Ice-cream It isn't what it seems To settle With broken dreams Would I rather waste my time Than linger jealousy And at all such corners Would allow me be Fall onto a carpet And overhaul of hair Stop at all the answers And now roll on to bed Wave your hands up high Submerge your thoughts with Ice-cream It isn't what it seems To settle With broken dreams Lend me self-control I do not need much time Let me find a resting space Where I might ease the pain Wave your hands up high Submerge your thoughts with Ice-cream It isn't what it seems To settle With broken dreams