A Sail کے بول

It's long gone to carry on from December It is no matter, if you remember Mold, paper, bad wine, and too much bedside whiskey I will roll my heart up I will roll my heart up in my sleeve Now it is your line I know that i wrote it And if you tell a lie Well, no one would notice And to you and i Well, i was the loudest While you stayed quiet We were surrounded It's long gone to carry on from the winter I asked you upstairs Until we tangled in my hair You were never one for chronic chattering Your heartbeat pale While i flew my colors I flew my colors like a sail Now it is your line I know that i wrote it And if you tell a lie Well, no one would notice And to you and i Well, i was the loudest While you stayed quiet We were surrounded I will roll my heart up I will roll my heart up I will roll my heart up I will roll my heart up