اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
An easy swing had it's time shouldered
Slow bending axe
Now it's a photo framed
The swing hasn't had it
And here we are rebuilding roads
Right by roosting towns
It's just like the love
The one that's never been enough
So I'm counting on your fingers
Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you want opinion
I will die along the ditches
And every summer is a hot token
To the cold, cold take of lust
And every autumn singes
With the business of sadness
Our friend had it wrong
We sing: Honey heaven burns
Another curve in the counting
His head is earning more
So I'm counting on your fingers
Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you want opinion
I will die along the ditches
