Winds of change
your voice (is) never audible
The whisper of your soul
and out of my arms,
so far from your charms,
that I can not bare,
another year.
Crying my silver tears
It's breaking me.
hot words can cauterize
there's just a waste of time,
Every time I walked down the pains
It would never be the same
Every time I walked down
I'll never paint face
you have left me with last words... I won't hear
(with the) noteless shrill of jealousy... I won't hear
Crying my silver tears
it's breaking me
(the) claims of imperfection
(the) things (that) you deserve.
I will never paint my face
and a clarity I've never seen.
You can't belittle this,
is mine to believe
Winds of change
your voice (is) never audible
The whisper of your soul
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Winds of change
your voice (is) never audible
The whisper of your soul
and out of my arms,
so far from your charms,
that I can not bare,
another year.
Crying my silver tears
It's breaking me.
hot words can cauterize
there's just a waste of time,
Every time I walked down the pains
It would never be the same
Every time I walked down
I'll never paint face
you have left me with last words... I won't hear
(with the) noteless shrill of jealousy... I won't hear
Crying my silver tears
it's breaking me
(the) claims of imperfection
(the) things (that) you deserve.
I will never paint my face
and a clarity I've never seen.
You can't belittle this,
is mine to believe
Winds of change
your voice (is) never audible
The whisper of your soul
your voice (is) never audible
The whisper of your soul
and out of my arms,
so far from your charms,
that I can not bare,
another year.
Crying my silver tears
It's breaking me.
hot words can cauterize
there's just a waste of time,
Every time I walked down the pains
It would never be the same
Every time I walked down
I'll never paint face
you have left me with last words... I won't hear
(with the) noteless shrill of jealousy... I won't hear
Crying my silver tears
it's breaking me
(the) claims of imperfection
(the) things (that) you deserve.
I will never paint my face
and a clarity I've never seen.
You can't belittle this,
is mine to believe
Winds of change
your voice (is) never audible
The whisper of your soul