Lady's Bower کے بول

The metropolitan suburbia is a cage Wings are naïve banners, but keys I see you in your jail of despair Yeah, see you in your jail of despair Suburban bird lost in gentle pain I see you strangled in your fears Spread your fantasy and unlock this repressing cell Denude your heart today Hear you utter a disguised lament Frail and sore your prayers extend But my hand is just a crude bridge Yeah, my hand is just a crude bridge The halo is a sling of shiny rope Laughter a blithe dress of lust Not a funeral parade beneath the sun As I whisper my last goodbye