Kishore Kumar Hits

Chalk Hands - Arms şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Chalk Hands

albüm: Burrows & Other Hideouts


It's with this wistful tongue
I spit and murmur
Try to embrace my weight
And withered matter
Weakness is no curse
Will i ever learn
To treasure what i've made?
In your mother's arms
Or in a hole in the ground
I'm all yours
In distorted light
I pry at rigid doors
And nothing calls

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