Oxbow کے بول

Barna in white Married the night What dreams become concrete, they may feel trite Makes a dull mind Well, I'll give it all to you for a while, that's fine A speck in the oxbow, depressing by design If I go along with it, am I lying to you? Watching from a distance, whispering close About anything else But it's not that far I want it all I want it all I want it all, oh I want it all I want it all I want it all, oh I want it all I want it all I want it all, oh