Telepath کے بول

Im leaving the smog below me now Im leaving my troubles on the ground Im watching those smokestacks just blaze away The sky will be blue never grey The future is filled with wasted time I cant see the road -- Im going blind Im laughing at all of my future plans Shining like gold in my hands Isnt it funny how you reach me You know exactly what Im thinking Youre always helping me from sinking Its your way Hello, this is london calling -- is my flight due Hello, is there someway I can reach you Isnt it funny how you call me You call me up while I am sleeping Youre always helping me from sinking -- its your way Now this is the end of all my dreams The drumming has stopped behind my ears Theres no looking back now -- Im too far away Im shaking like mad in a daze. . . Then out of the night you join me here The people around me, they disappear And I hear your voice, and you speak to my eyes And everything comes alive