Interim of Sense کے بول

I am making something for you For all the things I never said I am making a world for you In the interim of sense Byzantium leaving Oh, I was honest In living this way Byzantium leaving More than I could say I am baking on the balcony But tomorrow I will paint a picture I am baking on the balcony But tomorrow I will paint you a picture I'll paint a picture From the ashes I am making something for you For all the things I never said I am making something for you For all the things that are left Byzantium leaving Oh, I was honest When I could not stay Living this way Byzantium leaving Oh, I couldn't stay awake Byzantium leaving In the crescent of my father's shape In the ashes of the leaves I was leaving Well' I could not stay Living this way