Tomato کے بول

Without rules I'm going to leave for the next city Where everyone walks on the roads with drooping shoulders, like me Red lights indicate the path of the weak Tomorrow, tomorrow will be our chance It's hard to be inside someone, to be anything but yourself So we believe in past lives, karma Where would we be a fruit without confusion Take your things and in your backpack just carry your heart Walk miles and someplace will become your home You can go anywhere in the world by walking Time is the only distance Time is the only distance Time is the only distance Time is the only distance