11 Past 12 کے بول

Eleven past twelve, I have strong doubts about myself, Sometimes I say things Later I regret, I don't want to make a fool of myself... If you want me, Open your heart, I need you close to me. We are all prisoners of our dreams... Air is heavy, I can't walk, The floor is moving around, Am I alone? I can't control myself, I can't control myself. If you want me, Open your heart, I need you close to me. We are all prisoners of our dreams... Awake me with gentle words, I can't control myself... It's 11 past 12. And if you want me, Open your heart, I need you close to me. We are all prisoners of our dreams...