Phasors On Stun کے بول

Hold fast Hold on Nothing is a dream, yet in Changing Faster It never seems to be here long Move on Turn 'round Just can't seem to find it, try and Reach out Hold out I cannot touch the wind, I touch you Reach out Hold out Nothing here is real, yet in Searching Farther It almost seems to live until it Moves on Turns 'round Just can't seem to lose it, try and Hold fast Hold on I cannot ride the wind, I ride you Hold fast Hold on Nothing is a dream until you Wake up Cry out Now it isn't real, now you Hold fast Nothing is a dream Hold on Just can't lose it now Move on Turning round and round Wake up You cannot ride the wind Hold fast Nothing is a dream Hold on Just can't lose it now Move on Turning round and round Wake up You cannot ride the wind