Miracle کے بول

Red door, blue jeans Lights up in the backyard Fireflies, dance outside Chasing down the twilight It's a miracle It's a miracle, hey Radio, open windows Brothers on a Friday night It's a miracle There are no worries Just the sweet, sweet smells of wine Visions of Sunday Put castles in the sky But Sunday came and went I still miss that scent Of my imagination The memories, visions and dreams Gah, gah, gah, gah Gah, gah, gah, gah Gah, gah, gah, gah Gah, gah, gah, gah It's a miracle It's a miracle It's a miracle It's a miracle, hey