اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Well, here's to the New Year.
We were too drunk to see it come,
And when we woke with the light,
You were already gone.
We don't remember anything.
It was a bad day, thick with ghosts.
Would you have died anyway,
If I held you in my arms?
Here's to the New Year.
You were the last.
We called for you until our voices died.
There is a white door, flying open.
There's only morning where you're gone.
You are reaching upwards, always,
Fading into the cold light.
I dream a thousand dreams
Where you never, ever died.
