Dissolve کے بول

Like tears dissolving in the rain Incarcerated but not violated by feelings of distress I compress time in the palm of my hand Fields full of green but empty of empathy Painting new life out of the pain I need some sleep, I’m lost in the streets again You were born Soon to be dead Find the right words in your head Without a warning The last afternoon Before your melody gets out of tune Like time dissolving our memories The present is the past of future centuries A treasure in the palm of his hand We fly into the fire, consumed by our fears Please open your eyes and see I need some sleep, I’m lost in this dream again You were born Soon to be dead Find the right words in your head Without a warn The last afternoon Before your melody gets out of tune You are dead Soon to be born