إحداثيات كلمات الأغنية
ENالكلمات الأصلية
الترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
There are no answers in these pages
Endless lines where we wait
And our hands plow the furrows
Sketching lines on our face
And I long for you
Down roads they’d walk me through
But I have grown tired, tired of endless guessing
My love, I look for you
There are no answers in these pages
Only lines where we wait
And I stuff my ears to listen
Close my eyes to your gaze
Do I cast my lots with all
All I have known?
Do I refuse the call
That brings me back home?
And I’ve tossed and turned upon these questions
I’ve piled like stones to throw
I raise my arm, you raise the invitation
To be loved is to know
