اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Found a key in the old coat sleeve
Don’t know the door, don’t know the thief
Left it turning in my hand
A metal wish I never planned
The stairs still creak like they remember
A season pinned inside September
Names come slower when I call
Answers don’t come back at all
Some rooms lock from the inside out
Some prayers forget what they're about
