These Old Rags کے بول

Smoother surface than before Eyes set to a different shore But what of that which lives within this face Sweeter scent than before Renewed temptation, open door But what of that which stirs inside this body My colours have faded to gray I know Inside i feel the same You've left to see a fresher show To burn another flame Warmer weather than before Storming fire now in store But what of the lightning we made My colours have faded to gray I know Inside i feel the same You've left to see a fresher show