اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
1, 2, 3.
There are so many words that I can't hear in the poverty of my soul,
'Til the light pooled in my true love's eyes, and now I know,
If I will crawl up out of this barren land, then I will crawl up on my own,
And I won't ride the shoulders of any man, but I am not alone.
Where I cannot lift my eyes, you are there,
Where I cannot find my way, you are there,
Where I cannot hold my tongue, you are there,
Where I have no prayer, you are there.
It's a lot like snakes and ladders; I am swallowed every time,
Trying to reach for something better and find a peace that's mine,
But I can't give myself a good talking to and I can't fool this bitter pain,
I'd like to quit this cave I'm walking through, but the path remains.
Where I cannot lift my eyes, you are there,
Where I cannot find my way, you are there,
Where I cannot hold my tongue, you are there,
Where I have no prayer, you are there.
I want to talk about resolution,
I want to tie up every loose string,
Tear down the institutions and lay hold of greater things,
Oh, where can I run from your presence?
Oh, you know my path so well,
If I should rise up into the heavens or make my bed in hell.
Where I cannot lift my eyes, you are there,
Where I cannot find my way, you are there,
Where I cannot hold my tongue, you are there,
Where I have no prayer, you are there.
