गीत निर्देशांक
ENमूल बोल
अनुवाद अभी उपलब्ध नहीं है। मूल बोल दिखाए जा रहे हैं।
That whisper, your lovely curling razor, mistakenly wound around my tongue to squeeze some fucking truth from that wicked obsession, your obsession, where I can pass by.
They do that when you're dead alive.
I could count stars, and you counted screams
so if you would please just hand me my ticket
I will go and join the ground.
It was where I was in the first place.
