اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
He stood back and watched
He watched his answers unfolding
Floating high, despite the weight they're holding
The eyes will feast
The tongue will tell
The hands will build
Each and every choice
They stand like mountains, before him
They are the dread that shadows every morning
Behind your present state of mind, there is a search, a drive, momentum
The eyes will feast
The tongue will tell
The hands will build
Feast
Tell
Build
And the heart will fill
Despite that constant, chasing, final breath
