Open Tales کے بول

Under the swampy glow With glossy green, prairie tide It's where our goodwill painted its own Our clothes held us tight Closer, closer, you were close to me When our hearts painted their own Over northern hills, our cryptic tales breed the script Darling, don't forget our clasp in the stairwell Untouched, a city froze We felt the wind in our bones That's when we left our dreams, we left them alone Under gleaming Aprils, our open tales, tell our love story Darling, don't forget the words that gave us breath