Over کے بول

I am going over for you Over limits Crushing eggshells This is the day when the saints step down Just to save me from myself another day's sinking deep inside I can't carry on this far The evening's taking the shapes in dark Men and women starring through a glass And now it's Over For bad For good Over And I'm over too I'm over too I am carrying knife in my heave heart It's still bleeding I don't know How many hours I've spent inside Outside seems Like A No-World The minutes creep underneath my skin Seconds vanish Sink like veins The clock is ticking me into sleep Hope I'll find some time for dreams.