اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Dirt under my
Fingernails
Warm wind blows in
Your sails
But you can't take off
You're still docked
Broken-hearted
I miss you
Though we part
I'll still be true
You sail on
You sail on
You sail on
You sail on
Turn over from
Sleeping pills
Wake up in white
Hospitals
And you can't take off
Now you're stuck
Broken-hearted
I miss you
Though we part
I'll still be true
You sail on
You sail on
You sail on
You sail on
And you're not gonna call
You're not gonna write me
Except for little notes on
Forwarded mail
Notes I will read and re-read
Notes I will read and re-read
