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