اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The light gets blurry all the time
Push and pull towards the light
And making mild jars of clay
Smoothing heat and taking shape
And it's hard to find
We lose our mind
We'll leave this road
We take it home
And we're taking it through the veil
And we both run
So finally
Falling
And the light won't leave me alone
As I'm moving through the fold
Though I wonder, I'll always come home
Oh I wonder, I always come home
Work it out
And onwards
Oh my God
I'm falling
And the light won't leave me alone
As I'm moving through the fold
Though I wonder, I'll always come home
Oh I wonder, I always come home
It's finally
Each taken flight
