گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Fine! She said, I'm going away
You'd better pack those bags was all I could say
By the time I'd changed my mind
She was a figment, a dream
As sad as it seems, so gone
Lies! Lies!
So with an emptiness inscribed
You must avert those sorrow eyes
For not a willow wept until the night you left
And a penultimate kiss don't taste as fervent as this, my love
Beneath a Sun that shines so bright
Or as we're waltzing through the night
On top of cobblestones, those silent tones
Could paint a picture of you in the evening dew, alone
Lies! Lies!
And I was wrong to dance so slow
But I needed time to realize just where to go
In the search to find the flower for you
I came across a poet or two
Scarlet lies dripped from their eyes
So take it from me, how bad could it be, my love?
I said take it from me, how bad could it be, my love?
