My silver tears के बोल

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