Desire Froze Here کے بول

Nothing to say and nowhere No way to say it We wear all of our regrets Yet fail to display it We lie our goodbye Like we don't know It's a siken scarlet simple bandaged Tourniquet to keep the silence secret Bending with every breeze, you're a Tall disperate flower, you're a Waving suicidal Desolate hour Pantomime Is your tragedy It's a thin line here between you sorrow And your cunning Desire, desire froze here Just looks like love from a distance Desire, desire froze here Just the path of least resistance Sooner or later time goes Leaves you behind You're just an ancient language No-one can find Pantomiming your tragedy With the winter and the splinters A disintegrating thing Desire, desire froze here...