These Nights Were Ours کے بول

I learned how it is to feel alive In dim chambers A wet body, closeness Warm thighs, tousled hair Loving hands, Caring words. Our footsteps in the snow Faded I know how it is to feel alive Hollow wishes concrete souls. Sensation o luminescence artificial and cold The empty shining is my light. The cold air in my lungs is my dirty warmth. Someone is the scape. You were mine.