On The Floor کے بول

On the side of the forgotten ways When the reverse colors, sleeps In distortion of my mind In a dark room, when cursed we all bleed Hold my face, in your hands The wind cut through the trees That complete your stare My soul want to feel that breeze I no longer feel, feel my heart There is a cut inside, inside me But it hasn't been apart All that I want to see, you dont show me So I throw myself, at your feet Begging you to take me But is late, I confess We turn this into a game of trick or treat I no longer feel, feel my heart There is a cut inside, inside me But it hasn't been apart All that I want to see, you dont show me