اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
There's no genuine
There's no safe place
For the heart to hang
When the body's no good
Am I meant to fray the end?
On the outside looking in
All used up
Never used enough
To me love was
Always infinite
Stolen moment
At a time
A feeling only out
For a little while
And then ripped from your arms
Like a child
I carry their names
The secret shapes
And an aching parade
Around my heart
Traced in the park
Now lying in chalk
Where I took his hand in mine
For a little while, everything was alright
