Lovers Who Uncover کے بول

Where do all the lovers meet with one another, In an effort to uncover what has happened to the silent days? Despite ones on the corner, dream of something warmer A semblance of our old ways, what has happened to our handmade days? Oh, no Oh, no Oh, no We can pull a map out detailing the direct route Young ones grow anxious to proclaim their advances to the fray If we don't wake up and the truth never comes up You will never have our old lane, you will never have a right of way Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no Hey-oh! Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no Hey-oh! Oh, no Where do all the lovers meet with one another, In an effort to uncover what has happened to the silent days? Despite ones on the corner, dream of something warmer A semblance of our old ways, what has happened to our handmade days? Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no Hey! Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no Hey-oh! Hey-oh!