اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
On the day that i found i was travelling
With words too heavy
Hammering my skull
Was the day that i woke on a train
Looked around in my cabin
Heard the rhythm of the wagon
Repeating, the beating:
There's a morning on the way
When you're locked like a thief
In the poor arms of expectation
Oxygen is thin
In the middle of spain but you're
Freezing from isolation
Get yourself together and sing:
There's a morning on the way
