Proxima Centauri کے بول

Where has my mind gone That I'm lost in your control 'Till I've said too many things I can't unsay I've been looking for some hope I won't loose it going on And it's tearing me apart I can't let go, oh no I can barely count all the times I've fallen Down the deepest hole On my name, I'm crawling out Take a drink or two, maybe this will hold it But the emptiness Remains, I'm calling out But I'm so obsessed with this Way of going down And I know it will always be The same, I'm going down Now, right past the hill, I see the shore The strand of sand is not much more Endearing than the raging sea Now, right past the hill, I see the shore The strand of sand is not much more Endearing than the raging sea But I'm so obsessed with this Way of going down And I know it will always be The same, I'm going down But I'm so obsessed with this Way of going down Now, right past the hill, I see the shore The strand of sand is not much more Endearing than the raging sea