Hymn کے بول

I can still taste you in the corner of my mouth If you hear me I claim you to be mine I watched my fardel turn and set below the ground And though I tried, I couldn't press this hand And she'll don't care But don't come with the worried frown 'cause I need only your hand in your hair Spending sunny days in darkened rooms Placing kisses all over open wounds All I want is to linger in your bed You made a mark, remember what you have I send you away So don't come with the worried frown 'cause I need only your hand in your hair So don't come with the worried frown 'cause I need only your hand in your hair