Water کے بول

Guardians in open fields Climbing up the borrowed hills Tell me nothing else is real Forever where the red lights spill Unconscious of the world outside While the autumn glides on by And I know by now the bells define The sound of us on borrowed time And I wonder what Will become of us In your arms I trust As the walls Crumble into dust Goodbye I wish you way more than luck I don't need my innocence Just so I can lose it again Soaking in the eastern rain Now this water, this is pain Cause your Infinitely transient Walking into town again Blowing in the western wind Another suit, an empty man And I wonder what Will become of us In your arms I trust As the walls Crumble into dust Goodbye I wish you way more than luck