گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Alone on a train aimless in wonder
An outdated map crumpled in my pocket
But I didn't care where I was going
'Cause they're all different names for the same place
The coast disappeared when the sea drowned the sun
And I knew no words to share it with anyone
The boundaries of language I quietly cursed
And all the different names for the same thing.
There are different names for the same things
There are different names for the same things...
