Bolting Volts کے بول

It's not that there's no place for me It's fine here in this big machine It's hard to tell when the day is done In every way it seems I am wrong Some days seem to be taxing It gets harder to keep asking Slow and cold the air wraps them around Alone in the stillness of morning sound My best friends never come through So whose love can I hold onto Tiptoe through the tenuous twine Bolting volts on electric lines Tiptoe through the tenuous twine And a smile like sunshine