Jealousy کے بول

(Cut out my anger) Cut out all that I believe, that hole in me, my friend You would call me Your voice would float through the trees (Cut out my anger) You’d talk of your needs (Cut out my) And I’d listen, for remnants of me (Cut out my anger) And when you’d call me, your voice would ease All the pain I feel, (cut out my anger,) on me So I, hide from the thieves There wandering eyes, hungry hearts that need pain to lead Oh, yeah, come to a place where everything’s everything