اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Art is a lie
Nothing is real
A waste of my time
I don't want to feel
Anything that doesn't
Make me feel alive
I'm waking up dead
With ghosts in my bed
Wishing my world would start again
If I knew what this meant
Maybe I could stop
Yeah
Oh, and then you call me last night
Wondering how I'm doing fine
I guess maybe where I stand is
A better place than here
Baby, it's a long way down
Maybe we said goodbye
Too soon to make up our own minds
Oh, why
We're shouting out but can't make sound
Another lame excuse and we're out of time
Too soon to make up our own minds
Oh, why
But in the real world
You say, I don't have to waste my time
Lay it out now, get in
And get out of this town
Oh, and then you call me last night
Wondering how I'm doing fine
I guess maybe where I stand is
A better place than here
Baby, it's a long way down
Maybe we said goodbye
Too soon to make up our own minds
Oh, why
We're shouting out but can't make sound
Another lame excuse and we're out of time
Too soon to make up our own minds
Oh, why
And then you call me last night
Wondering how I'm doing fine
Baby, it's a long way down
Maybe we said goodbye
Too soon to make up our own minds
Oh, why
We're shouting out but can't make sound
(No, we can't make sound)
Another lame excuse and we're out of time
(We're out of time)
Too soon to make up our own minds
Oh, why
