Dust In Hoffman کے بول

I'm thinking of you again As you were some papers on the floor And I'm losing myself in a guess I'm shutting down my windows and my phone Making of every signal a sound Now, everything was going afterwards I was losing myself within you I said: What did you ever feel To ride alone? When did you miss our calling When it stopped beating? Again Falling down the higher of the roofs Making of every slither a song Now, everything was going afterwards And it slipped with the sound of this Turn off the page what else I said That you haven't missed? Taking you out of the rest I said: What did you ever feel To ride alone? When did you miss our calling When it stopped beating? Lost in the rhythm The dust in this town is you