2084 کے بول

In the year 1984 We were nothing more than a spore In the light we reflect nothing Empty spaces in the dark retreat And they never knew what We would become Is it physics or love? Love, is it love? Love, is it love? Love, is it love? Love, is it love? In the year 2084 We are gone now But now we are one In the light we were nothing more Than a cell mutated to destroy Love, is it love? Love, is it love? Love, is it love? Love, is it love?