اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Strayed into myself
To find this sort of faint star
That shone even in this divide
Of where I'd come to be displaced
But maybe here, where time is fleeting
I'll try to fly, but not to stray
Cause we face the tides
Of will and divine
Though we mystify
What we flee and feel today
Strained by overgrown dreams
Rooted in disillusionment
But in the hour fate flaws
I know I'm not alone
And fall, it's the way I know
And fall, it's the way I'll grow
Cause we face the tides
Of will and divine
Though we mystify
What we flee and feel today
And why, when there's a way
Above the fire that fears of drought fill,
Do I crawl
