Beachcoma کے بول

The point at which you looked at me Has always been part of my brain Now my mind is in a whirl And it seems I am not the same My dear and special friend There's never a point at which we end, oh no I'm in mine, and mine is fine I'm wrapped up in shiny days Blackbirds in summer time They find a low I end up being you My dear and special friend There's never a point at which we end, oh no The point at which I looked at you Has always been part of my brain Now my mind is in a whirl And it seems I am not the same My dear and special friend There's never a point at which we end, oh no