A Mad Desire To Dance کے بول

You and me we see, what we see And all I see here is And all I see here is love You say, this can't be done, this can't be real I don't see, see anyone Behind every ghostly care there's a sinner's prayer Creeping up the stairs, so just sit right there All my friends are angels, but they've got no wings To carry them home Weight my stare and a price to steep I'm fighting for, fighting to keep This piece of chocolate chip on my upper lip I'm bleeding out, and all my stones Are in the crowd Come on boy just sit right down All my friends are angels, but they've got no wings To carry them home