Bitter کے بول

The half-moon is aching, bitter and sad We are wet. We are stripped to the bone It's out of our hands, the dream we're bound to dream We are wet, always alone How many ways can you say goodbye? That was nothing Something How many days were in dreaming? In many ways, just a lie In better days I'd be dreaming As my life passed me by Now pardon me for trying Trying to tear apart And pardon me for lying It's just easy, so easy, to start