Open Forms کے بول

The night leans in without a face Lights tremble in quiet storms Thoughts slip loose from crowded corners Running wild in open forms Colors move in restless motion Patterns breaking out of place Laughter drifts in scattered pieces Painting scenes I can't erase Let it all, fall through Let it all, fall through Let it all, fall through Let it all Fall through your dirty mind The night leans in without a face Lights tremble in quiet storms Thoughts slip loose from crowded corners Running wild in open forms Colors move in restless motion Patterns breaking out of place Laughter drifts in scattered pieces Painting scenes I can't erase Let it all, fall through Let it all, fall through Let it all, fall through Let it all Fall through your dirty mind