Fine کے بول

What it means to make you smile He can dress up for a while Finding time To shape your life Will he make it back alive Does it matter when you're fine? Shaking hands Is all he's planned Houston, and me There's a little white sound to find We'll go and see all the people we have left behind He will stop you when you fight But he can't stop you in the night Pushing through, to get to one of you He will sing a song and pry your life He will do his best to make you cry He will never sleep or waste his time It's all because he knows his life is fine Houston, and me There's a little white sound to find We'll go and see all the people we have left behind