Distance کے بول

As the moonlight touches my skin I can see your face in the stars It’s the only form of communication That I have with you for now Hope you don’t feel like I gave up on you Hope you don’t feel like I don’t care Well this has to be killing you Or maybe your, already dead From the wounds you’ve acquired In this war, please don’t ice your heart Feel the air that brushes my skin I can hear your voice in the wind It’s the only form of communication That I have with you for now Hope you don’t feel like I gave up on you Hope you don’t feel like I don’t care Well this has to be killing you Or maybe your, already dead From the wounds you’ve acquired In this war, please don’t ice your heart