اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When my pulse stops,
What will the obituary say,
Another footnote,
Another root beneath the tree
And as the days turn to months and the months turn to years,
Will these hours and minutes add up to something worth documenting,
Will the textbooks carry my name?
Or will this quill just break,
Before we sign,
Our names on the parchment in time,
Your word is mine.
Tell me I'm the love, tell me I'm the laughter,
Tell me I'm the look, the look you're always after.
I mightve wrote a will, instead I wrote a sonnet,
For you to sing along, well be timeless.
Breathe; tell the summer I wont sleep.
Until my veins run dry,
My story will survive,
Oh, were the story get it right!
We write the hooks that make you beg for more,
And if these moments hold the truth,
Our words are timeless thanks to you.
Or will this quill just break,
Before we sign,
Our names on the parchment in time,
Your word is mine.
Tell me I'm the love, tell me I'm the laughter,
Tell me I'm the look, the look youre always after.
I mightve wrote a will, instead I wrote a sonnet,
For you to sing along, well be...
Place your bets on the best, (on the best)
Place your bets if you're ready
Tell me I'm the love, tell me I'm the laughter,
Tell me I'm the look, the look youre always after.
I mightve wrote a will, instead I wrote a sonnet,
For you to sing along, well be timeless.
