Chattanooga کے بول

You wear poverty like riches And your tears like spring rains If time and history were mine, love There's not a thing that I would change Can I drive you to Chattanooga Where the city in October looks like fire Changing lanes on this restless highway Between this living and desire Out over Texas in a hotel or in this quiet house alone (but) all the distance here between us Is only made of miles and stone Can I drive you to Chattanooga Where the city in October looks like fire Changing lanes on this restless highway Between this living and desire Take my regrets... I would die a thousand deaths for you... My mind is rushing like these rivers And I can't slow these moments down We pass through our days like strangers & I need to see your face just now