Broken Bicycles کے بول

Broken bicycles, old busted chains With rusted handle bars out in the rain Somebody must have an orphanage for All these things that nobody wants anymore September's reminding July It's time to be saying goodbye Summer is gone but our love will remain Like old broken bicycles out in the rain Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks There's all those playing cards pinned to the spokes Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn The wheels won't turn when the other has gone The seasons can turn on a dime Somehow I forget every time All the things that you've given me will always stay Broken, but I'll never throw them away