اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Who are the children of the night
See them walking with their demons raging deep inside
No strangers to the blackness of the winter sky
Blind and broken, can see the sparks before they fly
Something calling through the night
Calling out from the other side
A genius on a tightrope tastes the bitter fruits of
life
While a beggar lives in the clothes upon his back
A dreamer sleepwalks through the pain of day
All are searching, searching for the quiet life,
Calling, calling out from the other side
Something calling through the night
Calling out from the other side
Calling through the night, calling out from the other
side
