Taking کے بول

I don't want pieces of beauty I flare my eyes to the world Watching the buckets of lovers Coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming And coming That’s how she found me this morning Bundled my head in her arms Lifted my spoonful of sugar Taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking And taking