Soothing کے بول

Oh, my hopeless wanderer You can't come in You don't live here anymore Oh, some creepy conjurer Who touched the rim Whose hands are in the door I need soothing My lips aren't moving My God is brooding Drawn in chalk across the floor You made it yours Your private door to my room May those who find you find remorse A change of course, a strange discord resolved I need soothing My lips aren't moving My God is brooding I banish you with love I banish you with love You can't come in You don't live here anymore