61 کے بول

I've seen the writing on the wall I've tasted the dust to my lungs, Through my veins. The wind has forced me to advance To where I'm standing As I turn around it erased my track. I feel the urge to move on But to be home eating sandwiches With Ang & Barn home. I miss home. So please see for me what I could be 61 open your gate It's all been the estate of mind "Go and I'll time you", she said But she never looked at her watch. Little did I know she would become a memory to my lungs, through my veins. So please see for me what I could be 61 open your gate It's all been the estate of mind The trees look so small at night When the moon shines bright upon my world I've seen your world... to my veins so please see for me what I could be 61 open your gate It's all been the estate of mind