Cyclone کے بول

We wait for the day to burn into night And then I wait for dawn, And I open my eyes when it gets bright And I know I must be home. I know I must be home, God I'm coming home, Hold tight cyclone Found love in the music But lost it in the overtones. Sweat on the brow, blood on the lips Love for the money, and gold at the fingertips, At the fingertips. Hold tight cyclone Don't need no religion to look for the Kingdom Come Gotta feel for the ground, reach for the sky, Leap off the edge to see if you fall or fly If you fall or fly. Hold tight cyclone A fool to continue but love keeps me holding on. And it feels good real slow. I love you to hurt me But pain makes me let you go, It makes me let you go. Lost in the overtones - cyclone Lost in the overtones - cyclone Lost, lost, lost... Ooh hold tight!