گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
There's no genuine
There's no safe place
For the heart to hang
When the body's no good
Am I meant to fray the end?
On the outside looking in
All used up
Never used enough
To me love was
Always infinite
Stolen moment
At a time
A feeling only out
For a little while
And then ripped from your arms
Like a child
I carry their names
The secret shapes
And an aching parade
Around my heart
Traced in the park
Now lying in chalk
Where I took his hand in mine
For a little while, everything was alright
