Beirut - Mount Wroclai (idle Days) [text]

And I know when time will pass by slow without my heart what can I do you\'re in the halls the bell gives way to a larger swell without my heart what can I do, oh wroclai and we grow fat on the charms of our idle dreary days seen the shadows grow see an ominous display with no alarm could we say we\'d have expected this way (under stars?) have died give incent to play wroclai