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