كلمات Let's just be poetic when we die

Now is the clock that is paralysed Believe me the death is carving your name on her forbidden garden Lets just be poetic when we die And stop singing our sorrows for once this time... I need to color my life with poetry No you don't I need to feel, so much more than this I can't be stuck here, till some takes my place, its my place, its my place, its my place again, its my place, its my place again, its my place again... its my palceeeeee... Lets just be poetic when we die And stop singing our sorrows for once this time...