گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Like an old post-rock song
Playing in my broken player
As I hear it quiet
In a bus sit going home
This feelings made me cry
And still I can't say it, why?
What once put us apart
Is gone and I can finally say it
I stay and wait to see your face
And than I realize that is no wrong or right
All we have is the bright nights
Now at the same old days...
