اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
In another place
Another sense of time
Creation in my eyes
Slip as tethers fade
Tune a frequency and glide
Beyond this mortal fire
Other single states
Left drifting in the wake
Still a unity of one
Stepping back to view
A frame extending on all sides
Creation in my eyes
We are too young
Too innocent to see
What is right before our eyes
Nothing before, nothing will end
We never truly die
Like a spark of energy cries for life and ignites
One day we'll realize
That all worlds must collide
