اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You're banging your drum
You blow your own trumpet
Your ship came in
And your fanfare sunk it
The tide has turned, our love's gone forever
I stand on the shore
As it floats down the river
I had such hopes
I had such visions planned
The frames were shot
But now our future's canned
I had my hopes so high
They fell right down
I'm banging my head
You watch without malice
(you watch with no interest at all)
I bet all your friends
Compare this to ¡°dallas¡±
(I might as well talk to a brick wall)
So under the arm I feel the cold shoulder
So I'll once again
Have to play the wild rover
Do I need all this pressure
Do I bury my temper
