اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
One day I dreamed of an angel
Descended through the night sky
Told that I was carrying a child
He would like a flesh start
Turns out when he landed here
He forgot his divinity
This world changes us
We're full of doubt and fear
We always wait for a savior
To guide us out of here
We dive deep and we fly high
Making excuses to die
We dive deep and we fly high
Making excuses to die
We are broken clay sculptures
In some attic like discarded artwork
Trapped in the frames, we pray for
Someone to make the canvas tear
Or set fire to all gallery
We dive deep and we fly high
Making excuses to die
We dive deep and we fly high
Making excuses to die
We are broken clay sculptures
In some attic like discarded artwork
Trapped in the frames, we pray for
The observer make the canvas mean
