اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
It’s always in between the lines you thought you read
The time and distance, keyhole, needle through the thread
I can’t help but be sad sometimes
Talk to me, see what’s on my mind
If I could step backwards somewhere into the past
I’d relive that great party where we had a blast
Pondering things in the past makes you blind
Look ahead, you’ll not waste your
Time mends furrowed brows
I can’t help but thinking now
Back here, I’ll wait
Please, don’t let the past be my, fate
It takes two cats to enjoy a cool jamboree
It takes three to remember that one differently
Memory’s a fog, it gets thicker with time
Look at the clock, its hands read the
Time mends furrowed brows
I can’t help but thinking now
Back here, I’ll wait
Please don’t let the past be my
