اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Words won't occur to me
At half past three
My reason dies
Why couldn't you make that choice
And I keep dreaming of
A million things
And I keep dreaming of
A million things
They have wings
Noise of life begins too soon
I closed my eyes
How could you be so cruel
Sweet vision of mine
And I keep dreaming of
A million things
And I keep dreaming of
A million things
They have wings
I layed down my sleeping head
Time burns away
Let the living creature lie
Midnight visions awfully die
And I keep dreaming of
A million things
And I keep dreaming of
A million things
