Traffic کے بول

She falls down in the traffic A little dream upon her knees The melody she has is tragic She tries to smile and turns to me And now I can see Oh, and now I believe She gets up for tomorrow A little voice below the stream Crucified for suggestion Like a ghost she turns to me And now I can see Oh, and now I believe What a meaningless sensation To be out here on your own When it's all just devastation Hold your breath and let it go She falls down in the traffic A little dream upon her knees She falls down in the traffic Tries to smile and turns to me And now I can see Oh, and now I believe And now I can see Oh, and now I believe