اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Blue, red flies hang in the cold
My eyes leave it alone
Blue, red flies hang in the cold
My eyes
In slow motion, I can't stand still
Currents of colour splutter and spill
In concrete towns, a silent chill
A freight train moving against my will
I lose myself to earth and time
And sentences that do not rhyme
A misstep soon becomes a crime
In the vacant night
Vacant night
In slow motion, I can't stand still
Currents of colour splutter and spill
In concrete towns, a silent chill
Against my will
I lose myself to earth and time
And sentences that do not rhyme
A misstep soon becomes a crime
In the vacant night
Blue, red flies
I've come undone
I'm afraid of everyone
