Wishlist کے بول

a little room for you and me a better way for me to be the silver ring on my left hand a child to give a bit of sense a little rush to warm the blood some piece of mind for me to hold a day of rest to cool the brakes a meaning for my damn mistakes well...it's taking too long and it's taking me all it's taking too much... so i blame...lack of touch the touch of my best friend a silent nest to hear myself on way to love my gods again your smile to keep the trouble out a friend to reach when i am down a dear mother waiting home the coffee flavor, down the hall few simple words "my son, you're great you bring me joy with all you make.." well... it's taking too long guess we're dreaming alone and it's taking too much so i balme... lack of touch... the touch of my best frïend