اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My trust is on the edge
Vain is the comfort
So hard to keep
Faith in the men
So misplaced
So is the hope for
Voice from the sky
Forgiving, believing, hoping and receiving
One by one all this is falling apart
Gone, out of grace to oblivion
To get lost and to fade inside
Come, whisper lies to me
Vain are the words of
Comfort and care
This solitude
Is unearned
So is the treason
So is the lie
Forgiving, believing, hoping and receiving
One by one all this is falling apart
Gone, out of grace to oblivion
To get lost and to fade inside
