اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Way up high, the whole world was caught in hanging lights.
And there were tears in your eyes.
Through a breeze, we climb back its memory.
To the edge of a canyon, by a lying sun.
Now in a dome of neon, we wander.
Down on the canyon floor, it’s open sky.
But you are caught in visions of doors.
And my heart is wide, but I will not put you before.
