كلمات Underground

It's the aching kind Breaking hearts, as it moves It's the wishing kind As it unrolls with hope We will not fade Some are the things that we leave inside Some are the love that we left behind, go wild My eyes are open wide Don't leave me Underground It's the racing kind That run through this world And they win in the end Let them win And we will be The loving kind Some are the things We could be alive We could be alive We will not fade No, we will not fade Some are the things.. Some are just words that we call unwise Some are just dreams that are left behind That call My eyes are open wide Don't leave me underground If you leave me now, don’t leave me underground And if you leave me now, don’t leave me underground Some are the things that we leave inside Some are the love that we left behind, go wild My eyes are open wide