365 کے بول

Three-hundred and sixty-five days Tell me you're a wounded soldier Ya ain't had much luck but grace is In the eye of the beholder I had my own ideas but I carried you on my shoulders anyways, ooh And I stopped picking up all your phone calls Take a shot at decency If I heard your voice on the other line Unceremoniously The shadows of a lie or a state of emergency I've been run down, ooh I catch your poison arrow I catch your same disease Bow like a weeping willow Buckling at the knees Begging you please If you fly up beyond the cosmos It's a long way to fall back down You always go about this the wrong way And I'm too weak to just let you drown So when you kill, I kill When you ache, I ache We both haunt this old lifeless town When you fail, I fail When you fly, I fly And it's a long way to come back down Three-hundred and sixty-five days Tell me I'm your lucky charm We defy gravity again Somehow make it out unharmed And I have my thoughts about it but I carry you in my arms anyway, ooh