Die By Numbers کے بول

I lie awake at night and whisper Communicating with my fingers Your remote vocabulary Makes life less ordinary And we know it's all a joke But still we kind of hope That all our tragedies Amount to something Wash your hands in a new generation's blood Wash your hands now Wash your hands now Wash your hands in a new generation's love Wash your hands now Wash your hands now I lie alone in bed and wonder If there is love behind a number Can broken words and stolen kisses Fulfill my lovelorn desperarte wishes