اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
In the eye of a storm there’s place that I hold
Further than centre and further through folds
She calls my name and I call the same
From a place that pushes, pulls and flows
Deep and it’s dark, the depths of my heart
Hard and it’s cold, the depths of my soul
