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 And 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 Till cymbals swelled High notes fell 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 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