Heatstroke کے بول

All my hope lies here Six feet down with fear I can't dig it up from underneath Everyone gets something sometime Flat feet and heatstroke Hold me when I get home. Oh-whoa, I'm coming home I'm coming home Oh-whoa, I'm coming home I'm coming home It's been years just wondering What I can leave and what I have to bring 'Cuz I'll hang my hat right now And I'll proudly hold my head down Oh-whoa, I'm coming home I'm coming home Oh-whoa, I'm coming home I'm coming home Would I become transparent If you held me up to the sun? Could you watch me fill my lungs? If you look a little closer See the blood run through my veins Like a map it shows the way Oh-whoa, I'm coming home I'm coming home Oh-whoa, I'm coming home I'm coming home