اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You fell
Hundreds of miles
Miles, miles
To bring me here
Problems have their way
Of occupying your mind
On the past and future of promises
That never made it into color
We never made it into color
We never made it into color
And all I want
Is for you to smile
When you think of me
When you think of me
When you think of me
When you think of me
When you think of me
I lost my good friend
Because of my weakness
The cat was caught defenceless
For love, she sang right through us
And love, she sang right through us
All I want
Is for you to smile
When you think of me
When you think of me
When you think of me, dear
When you think of me, dear
When you think of me, dear
When you think of me, dear.
