اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Thought it was gone, gone for forever
Attritions cracks flowing so free
Thoughts that have sprung out from their tethers
Reaching skies that I cannot breath
Maybe you'll find it
Maybe you'll find it here
Might have to write it
Might make things all too clear
Thought it was gone, but now it's so near
Crawling back to ancient seas
Thought it had sunk to the nadir
Rising up and swallowing me
Hold, hold
Hold, hold
Maybe you'll find it
Maybe you'll find it near
(And yet some deny it)
And yet we are standing here
