اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
In midfield I stand alone and raging
Face turned skyward as in prayer
Staring down a sunset slowly fading
Cursing what is neither here nor there
Ultraviolently gesticulating
Protest against the dissolving ozone layer
I don’t think about these things that often
Sometimes you don’t think at all
This is a calling card
I'm calling you out
Don’t let me down
Keep your eyes wide
This is a calling card
I'm calling you up
Don’t let me down
Hold you head high
This is a calling
The Moon shines like a happy yellow death star
As we line up for tides to turn
Great heroes do somersaults in dive bars
And all the torch songs fail to burn
