Gunpowder کے بول

It seems however hard I try The words that I let fly out of my mouth Don't ever say what I want them to say It seems that I can never learn my words Watching them turn around, burning, Lighting the gunpowder trails that you lay I blow my chances And you throw the years out With all the merry dances You led me, you led me I should look for a shed somewhere Keep my words in the air, padlocked there For ever and silently out of harm's way