اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
There’s a murder of crows flying high over head
On this desolate road, will I tend to forget
About you and I, and our fight to survive
Through this thunderous life
When we’re not side by side
I’m roaming through the hills all alone
I’m trying to find my direction home
A question of space, a matter of time
I follow the stars until the first light
I don’t know what drugs to take
To successfully alter the state
That my mind has been in as of late
Something is eating away at of my brain
There’s an elephant in the back of the room
And it’s standing in plain view
Everyone can see, that it looks just like me
I’m roaming through the hills all alone
I’m trying to find my direction home
A question of space, a matter of time
I follow the stars until the first light
I will not call this road home
Though it is all I know
I will not call this road home
Though it is all I know
I’m roaming through the hills all alone
I’m trying to find my direction home
A question of sṗace, a matter of time
I follow the stars until the first light
