گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
With starving appetites for arguments
You remind me of a secret
I was never suppose to tell
The time is up - the veredict's in
Everybody's right - everybody wins
Didn't you know you were a saint
What a shameful fall from grace
But i'll catch you
Everybody's waiting for
That something they can hold on to
While tripping over our own words
To self-dug graves for an excuse to fall
Cause every failure's
Just as sweet as the last
As a dream comes
When there are many cares
So the speech of a fool
When there are many words
The sun it misses summer in winter
Didn't you know we wear the same
The same pretentious name
Let's trade for awhile - i'm so curious
