Moon کے بول

The sound of a staircase Echoes to the fourth floor Holding a thousand worries far The rooms branching out To impatient patients Heads filling with doubt Oh, we kept up with the sirens But couldn't chase them away Oh, we kept up with the sirens But couldn't chase them away I stopped to buy my first black tie On the way home And I tried to get it right On my own I tried all night long Oh, we kept up with the sirens But couldn't chase them away Oh, we kept up with the sirens But couldn't chase them away Couldn't chase them away Couldn't chase them away The recycled fear that brews In our chests Courses through every vein That leads away and back to the heart Ending only to restart Oh we kept up with