اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The door was open, and the room vacant
With an emptiness that was perfectly stated
Leaving my head is in a cloud
And I'm starting to choke aloud
But from behind, I felt presses next to my ear
Spinning on my heel, who else should appear?
Our arms slowly clutch
The backs of the bodies they touch
This is everything
Worth harboring
