Nice Days Are Weak کے بول

How wide is the winter Boredom Beneath the moon Have a bath in the Ether Let myself go away How shy is the ambiguous glow Either rising or setting I could catch a glimpse of the light From the bewildered eyes No matter how far I roam Looking for a way out To finally meet the inevitable Spending time around meaning Life as a common breathing As a common flow I could feel fluid thoughts Coagulated into boredom Black hearts are out of sight Until I get droned Hopeful black box Keep boredom Black hearts are out of sight Until I get droned Hopeful black box Keep me up I can't recognized you Until I get droned