Belvedere کے بول

Turn off the fan If we’re to get to sleep tonight Stop me if I start Considering everything I might Now that we’re old enough to break what we don’t touch If it’s not clear I’m still here Things have not changed Or maybe what I mean to say This change is hard to see In what we’re seeing everyday You look the same, you look so good I can’t explain But if it’s not clear I’m still here Oh my I cannot believe the time Someone heard it’d take an hour but, how could that be right Oh there, I’ve adjusted to the air Why should I explain it I just don’t think that its fair Oh God now I’m here until I’m not I bet no one sees it I never learned to brush it off