اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Where the newspapers fall asleep
Blowing past the people who are walking down the street
Said that you're a spy
Well, so am I, I'll meet you dressed up as a ghost
And wander 'round the town
As the sidewalk dreams
For you and me, the city lights are swallowed by
The puddles on the ground
And I will meet you there
While you're live on TV from your bathroom mirror while the little moments dream
And I will meet you there
And it's only in this quiet you realize just how small we are
And I will meet you there
And it's only in these moments we realize just how special we are
Where the flower dresses are worn out at the seams
And the fancy hat that you just don't fuck with
And the kids pack ships made out of cardboard with their fists up in the air
I will meet you between those lovers' hands
Scared 'cause they know this has to end
Did you see that boy who carried
His mother up the stairs?
In a crowd of strangers leaning against each other's ugly troubles
She walks back to her car
Just like a movie star
