Sonnet کے بول

The warmth of summer is a knowing father The lies I told you didn't really matter anyway The end is further than you said before So we've got plenty in store for you yet We'll go to the devil's tree And tear it down to see what's underneath We'll dive into the rabbit holes To see those other worlds We'll ban all mirrors and calendars So we won't age There'll always be a place Where we can wash away our sins Oh, you look so pretty, and full of fear So let's make distance into a little game We'll go into the city and disappear Nothing will ever be the same aside from our first names We'll go to the devil's tree And tear it down to see what's underneath We'll dive into the rabbit holes To see those other worlds We'll ban all mirrors and calendars So we won't age There'll always be a place Where we can wash away our sins