Monochrome کے بول

She steps outside her tiny box Doors made of glass with tiny locks She dreams in monochrome now Her own world in black and white She takes her time in redefining me I'm not convinced and neither is she It takes so long to get inside of me What can you see? She ties me up and brings me flowers Dead to her I sleep away the hours In thin air coils we inhale Two scents of rose She takes her time in redefining me I'm not convinced and neither is she It takes so long to get inside of me What can you see? What can you see?