Low کے بول

The daylight rays against my face And we say that we will change Our bodies clash your voice is ash My sorrow tastes the same It starts so suddenly the roaring in your head A chaos rolling in from all the thoughts you thought you fled How much of me can I bleed Director, close the scene I'm stuck in disbelief Promise me this is all a dream I'm a panic, in perfect disguise An absent glamber I'm rolling low, low, low And if there's only your voice Cutting through the rain I'll run and run into the void The madness keep me sane I'm a panic, in perfect disguise An absent glamber I'm rolling low, low, low There's things that I think, I wish you'd hear All the ways I try to simply disappear