Water Ban کے بول

There's a mark on me Love song burning up in effigy Two roads diverging in a lovely dream that only two can tear It's hard to understand The cruel, cruel summer of a water ban A dead grass cradle and a water can To hold our prayer for rain Be the same Have we severed every courtesy we've made? There's a mark on me Scorched earth lovers, is that all we'll be? Road diverging in a living dream of hope and love and time Be the same Though we severed every courtesy we've made Be the same Though we severed every courtesy we've made Now we severed every courtesy we've made Have we severed every courtesy we've made?