اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Out with the golden drizzle
And a lover that calls
Now, to the doorway to run
So the good is not lost
′Cause I was looking, now we're peeking over, I was looking
In the corner feather flint the soul
I′ve heard it's all the same
And I hope I'm still alive of course
When it does hit the Sun
Now when I pass through the gate
I will die holding your hand
So, I have gathered your craze
And replaced it with mine
′Cause I was looking, now we′re peeking over, I was looking
In the corner feather flint the soul
I've heard it′s all the same
So I hope I'm still alive of course
When it does hit the Sun
And you′ll be lucky once
Waiting for the Sun to rise
When the summer comes
Drags you for miles
So you cover up
As the weather starts to change
And you settle in
And the business it remains
