اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My soul is grey, my heart is black.
Spin three times, when sharp hits back.
Burst a bruise, my hands that glow.
I fake my smile, to be low.... to be low.
We were tired almost fell a sleep.
Filled our lungs out souls the key.
You pulled me up, my number one.
Freeze my head, my face is numb.
Affection lost 'coz I am sad.
Let's slip away, I almost had.... almost had.
We held hands somehow I'm afraid.
Kissed your lips taste of lemonade.
lemonade.
