اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Senses failing
Feeling now is cloth and gold
And I have fallen
So help me find a way to breathe
Running on half the night
Holding on just to ease my mind, oh
Fading light
Is it, cemented, in the fabric of me now
I see you there, I'm unware
So how could treat a man
All I need, is burning inside of me
Running on half of the night
Holding on just to ease my mind, oh
Running on half the night
Holding on just to ease my mind, oh
Fading light
