Black Rain کے بول

If I could hawk my love Could I trade for your wings To cover me unless I fall Half alive, I heard the most brilliant lie Sleep is eyes, closed to light Deaths the mind wide open You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes Like cutting out your tongue to save face Or feeding on the blood that's running from a black rain Cry on black rain Cry on black rain Cry on black rain Cry on black rain If I could hawk my love Could I trade for your wings To cover me unless I fall Sleep is eyes, closed to light Deaths the mind wide open You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes Like cutting out your tongue to save face Or feeding on the blood that's running from a black rain Cry on black rain Cry on black rain Cry on, cry on black rain Black rain (cry on) Black rain (cry on) (Cry on) You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes Like cutting out your tongue to save face Or feeding on the blood that's running from a black rain