گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I baught the tickets
Crooked lines
Lead me back
To the finest state of mind
It should be sad
The train is gone
But it ain't
Bringing the ceiling down
I would be mad
If there was no other destination
I could reach
With the few coins that
For a second I thought
Weren't worth
Trips and tricks and a whole
Bunch of flowers
Well it seems
Like the rain just
Watered the garden
That surrounds me
Oh, the colors are painted
Back and a feather
Is roaming around
Oh, so light
All the weight suddenly has been dropped
