Constatine Sankathi - Listening Palms lyrics

I dance to the coldest finger tips Tears swim down my lips I was born to be A writer of But nobody is listening And my hands can't stop crying I am the champion of the uncomprehended. I am THE HERO Of unnoticed inventions I am the nothing ness Ringing in the ears Of the nobodies listening I am alone I was born to be a writer of words with No voices Sometimes it hurts to speak at all.