الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
On the other side of the door
Is the blunt sound of my knuckles
Letting the room know they have one more
To witness the night unfold
Circles of strangers become temporary friends
At least not long before the sun ascends
But we trade quip for wit
And send repetitious sirens into
Paper thin barriers of brick
Until we say we have to call it quits soon
Between our newfound allies
We say we'll talk to beyond that night
And if we awake unswayed
In the glow of morning, real late
In solidarity of unfocused faces
Whose clarity knows no time wasted
