Our Light Miles کے بول

What will become of us? Tall trees blow there in the bone white snow Nothing but night for songs Old miles still sucking the warm milk of summer Love in this breath so long Thrown against stone, we're hard to get happy What will become of us? All water knows leaving, hearts bleed their changing Lightning's alive 'cause it disappears Feel every tear as it falls away Falls away, falls away No one looks wrong in rain Hope builds a house, too much prayer to tear down Cloud comes our way, so white Over the hill must be light miles of promise What will become of us?