Cogs کے بول

Been driving now for what seems like forever Mind is racing I’m over the edge still holding on to what I’ve lost Maybe it is just the way that I am Made but suppose I could never believe you It’s not your fault The engine stalls and I’m spinning out of control I see the signs up ahead and I Know I can’t take much more of this I long to feel this old heart beat the way it used to We’re all cogs in a bigger machine and love is a motor Am I making a point of giving up on all I’ve come from? Models flawed by design Pulled like puzzles apart and put back together The soul is lost in the endless search for a higher love Angels reside out on the streets Heaven glows with every rising of the sun I long to see through these eyes before it’s over We’re all cogs in a bigger machine and love is a motor