Maria Taylor - Song Beneath The Song کے بول

Cryptic words meander Now there is a song beneath the song One day you'll learn You'll soon discern its true meaning An interesting detachment A listless poem of love sincere Desire, despair Overlapping melodies And it's not a love, it's not a love It's not a love, it's not a love song It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song Oh now the roots are reminiscing Recurring dreams of minor chords Metred time Muted chimes find the beat And in the pulse there lies conviction A steady push and pull routine The cymbals swell High notes flail into reach And it's not a love, it's not a love It's not a love, it's not a love song It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song It's not a love, it's not a love, It's not a love, it's not a love song It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song...