اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I sang myself
To sleep
Guess I still do
Could you hold my hand?
I can't
I never learned how to
And all the years
That hang like rain
I often wish
Them back again
But somewhat born
And half awake
A parking lot
A bellyache
And every time
I turn
To find
There's no one there
I feel it like
It's shining new and fall again
And all the years
That hang like rain
I often wish
Them back again
In ribbons tied
Around our waist
I held your arms
You wore my face
And something in
The evening sky
Said: Holy holy sick am I
But so are you
And there you stand
A garden wall
A weatherman
