اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I watched your cheeks flush, colored by an air from a calgary cold front
Your breath made ghosts spill into the night
And gather as if they might not disappear
I had heard a rumor you were moving back home!
But even if it was true, I did not expect to hear it from you so bluntly.
So it hung in the air like a fever, or a slow moving front
And I would not find shelter here, so I braced myself
"Out!" I cried, "out!
Are you running to or are you running from?
Or does it even matter if it won't change your mind?"
When you put you hand on mine
I knew
