Running Into My Clone کے بول

Running into my clone I wonder if I’m Over the hills Or if I’m running into my clone I won’t mind If a ghost Would blow his trumpet to finnaly let me know All across the city I see your footprints and marks On the whispering wind Across the breakwater I fell the inspiration Taking over my soul I hope this is not an Ironic dream Just plaguing me so I doubt that this can get any better I’m happy when I’m on my own Yet this can be so much better When we’re together on our own I thought that this couldn't get any better Living the dream on my own Yet this can be so much better Sharing our dreams You make me thrive