Living Well کے بول

Like last clasped arms These questions, nowhere Two hearts filled with sand You climb through how Many windows Grasping with busy hands Eyes turning gray A field of timbre Much more to say Do you remember You're a living well I've fallen deeply Your gentle hell I'm drowning sleeping There was a time Out of proportion When we were living well And I can't ask For your vision Just wait for you to tell And the earth It waves for you I'll try to ride the swell Eyes turning gray A field of timbre Much more to say Do you remember You're a living well I've fallen deeply Your gentle hell I'm drowning sleeping