Days Without Paracetamol کے بول

When summer falls asleep And winter plucks your strings The colder that you get Makes you feel at home Build it up, build it up, build it up If i come round there now Would you be pleased to see me I wouldn't make much noise Just whimper to myself Build it up, build it up, build it up My head hurts more each time The drinking strangles me Believe in God, like hell Believe in hell, by God Build it up, build it up, build it up