اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I dreamt I was a child
Holding a sting into the sky
Climbing it till I finally reached the other side
A city of gold
A beautiful noise
A blanket of sound
Covering me
Pulling the sky into the ground
I get carried away
Please
Warm the blood inside my veins
I stand on the air
Hovering high over the Earth
I stare at the star
As she is waiting to give birth
You are the voice that I can hear
And now I can see
I am a photograph of who I use to be
