اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
While you're thinking it over
Spare a thought for me
Little boys make so much noise
About nothing, naturally
I try to cling to your love, but I know
I'm always letting go
It's just like sand-grains slipping through my hands
I tried to work it out
But I'll never understand
And just when I think "at last I've caught hold"
I lose my grip and let go
There's a light in the distance beaming down at me
Lights up things I'm looking for
But I'm too blind to see
I'll return all the love that I stole
I'm always letting go
I'm always letting go
I'm always letting go
