Perspective کے بول

Crowded Images, moving around Making all those strange sounds Just another lifeless town I thought I was safe alone But the walls kept staring And I wish I could fly away As the roof breaks apart Breaks apart And it might just be a smile But your eyes begin to fade We calmly shake hands and fall When I want perspective Of this mess called life I climb my favorite hill And watch the sunrise Sunrise Too many words too hold Losing my balance once again November has grown angry I've grown too old to fight Too old to fight This indecision pushes me Until I'm too far from home Seems I've lost my destiny My fate is not my own My own My own When I want perspective Of this mess called life I climb my favorite hill And watch the sunrise Sunrise When I want perspective Of this mess called life I climb my favorite hill And watch the sunrise Perspective Perspective