Dirt کے بول

Handshakes and bitter rows Are the common conjecture I can dissect anything And save the skin for later I know it's just a time And things will get better But I don't mind much anyway Vampire reflection Gestured in our selfish understanding Tensions only surface when you're hurt, h-h-h-hurt Like a magpie's morning monologue Whispers bending backwards in the dirt The dirt, the dirt Make time to say you're right You should already know this With next to no pretension Still, I'm walking on egg shells Catch your breath, I'm heading out Be sure others will notice This is just a product of Lack of reflection Like a magpie's morning monologue Whispers bending backwards in the dirt The dirt, the dirt