Clover tune کے بول

Used to untruly So kindly and it left You lying here in ruin You cut the hand of a good friend And you smile in all you're doing Got a hole burning in your brain Just north of the last line on a southbound train You wonder why you look all over just to find a four-leaf clover And as you pick it, it just withers away But now you live so true Mysterious and blue, waking up each morning all alone You sip black coffee, but you hate the taste And your crown of thorns weighs heaviest at home Got a hole burning in your heart Where once before you love was overflowin' And you hate the sky for crying and you love the same sky when it's smilin' Peeking through the blinds Is your only means of knowing Are you not your mother's son? Once on the run for throwing stones at old windows But you live so freely and you walk so easy Leaning with whichever way the wind would blow