Flying کے بول

Flying I thought I never Learn of Flying I thought I spend My whole life Trying For fly is A ancient art To keep one foot On the ground Lying I thought I never Keep from lying I thought I losing All my sighing For lie is a ancient art Of hiding words That we never be found Crying I thought I never Stop that Crying I thought I always Dream of dying For cry is A ancient art Of weeping rivers Into the ground Oh dying I thought I never See that Dying I thought I spend My whole life Crying For die is A ancient art Of keeping one world Turning around Sighing I thought I never Keep from sighing I thought I'm always Be there Crying For sighing is A ancient art Within sadness All around And trying I thought I spend My seasons Trying I thought I can't stop Myself from lying For try is a ancient art Aproving that the world Is round Oh dying, oh, oh Flying, oh, oh Crying, oh, oh