اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You wrote me notes on paper bags
You strolled the roads as I turned back
Air was calm, the sky was black
You wrote a list of things I lack
We've come to realize
We've opened up our eyes
'Cause you're a mountain
I can't climb yet
And I'm a painting
But you're blinded
Always have to justify
How my tongue dances
We're barely getting by on taking chances
We've come to realize
It's us that we dispise
'Cause you're, a mountain
I can't climb yet
And I'm a painting
But you're blinded
We've come to realize
It's us that we dispise
