گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
These residences are just baseboards and street signs
Without conversation about common interests.
Our spines are torches and our skulls are on fire.
But I bruise in the spotlight.
The minutes spent, making ghost sounds, keep me up for days.
I'm less relevant when the words resist and I'm strapped to the backseat.
For a list of reason beyond my control, I can't stay.
But this place on tape keeps me away, like a Roman Empire.
I'm on holiday from my hometown.
