گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Luster, so sheen, it pulls you in frets on the harpoons
It moves, it moves around you
Sickle the cells of our pains
Grow in deeper, the stains of our youth
Our youth imbued
Grass comes in through the tongues
Of the sorry words we sprung
On you
On you it fuels
And it surrounds everything
And it surrounds all your dreams
And it will take you to fears you never knew
Running sycophants, all our limbs
Attaches us on as if we have no use
No use to let it refuse
Pick up the wires of our sins
Filter them into our begnin truths
It fools, it fumbles in tune
And it surrounds everything
And it surrounds all your dreams
And it will take you to fears you never knew
And it settles in, settles in
Settles until you forget everything
And it white wash into your skin
And you won't remember none
No, you won't remember none
