اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Healing time, feeling the feeling.
And little thoughts of you, hang from the ceiling.
Underneath You're Arms is Where I Belong.
I want Sweet Devotion.
Now you face you're kind, killing the killer.
You brook the offense, what you've done is forever.
Underneath You're Arms is Where I Belong.
I want Sweet Devotion.
Now you choke on your code of submissions, and drown when you shut the fuck up.
Ill be there when you burn.
All these thoughts as they hang from the ceiling, they're not of love.
Its all I want.
Sweet Devotion.
Push me over the.
