Forests کے بول

Sitting in the back seat Of your mother's car There were forests On the way there It rained all the way there Sent some complex signals To the others on the road I was sending All the mind beams No one ever found me Is there a word for the things We heard in the day? Is there a sound for the things We found on our way? Calling out the names of All the animals There were mountains On the way there You read all the way there Numbers getting smaller And the spirits getting low I was sending All the mind beams No one ever found me Is there a word for the things We heard in the day? Is there a sound for the things We found on our way? Is there a word for the things We heard in the day? Is there a sound for the things We found on our way?