i'm coming home

west of her

ringa ringa

radha kaise na jale

as all the shiny things in the window fade

all that's real is the love we made

to be with

 

do again

loneliness, for sure

east of me

roll on

, never, return in a while

as the hope that you'll never

that's untrustable

there's a look in the faces tonight

air

to breathe

but they are never made

promises are good enough

not on a slide

no one's gonna try to repair the

it's a very private sound

(oh, everybody now)

i want to breathe in blue

i forget i'm awake