Opaline کے بول

Summer dies here and so could I Somewhere underneath Where the ground is made of stars and everything unclean Your opaline is everything I see Your opaline brings me to my knees Summer dies here and so could I Somewhere underneath So much like the ones in and on my skin and somewhere in between This opaline is everything I see Your opaline brings me to my knees Without you I am nothing Without you I can't believe This gilded place has everything But this comfort is not what it seems It is not what it seems In between is everything I need Your opaline is everything I see This opaline brings me to my knees Your opaline brings me to my knees