Lyrics: Yousuf Tareen
Music: Arun Singhal/Bedanta Sarma
VERSE:
A place I hope that I will never be,
It kinda feels so different.
A hand I held that I could never feel,
I don't want it anymore.
I've never promised anything before,
I've never felt so sure.
CHORUS:
As the seasons change the doubt remains in me.
Will it ever change?
The Dying day and the endless night foretells,
My chronicle.
I drink my fears to rest.
The morning can't escape.
I wonder what he's like?
The one who shall not be named.
VERSE:
Sometimes I feel the power he holds,
And there is no better thing.
Sometimes he shattered me down to my toes,
But it always helps me find a way,
I've never promised anything before,
I never wanted more.
CHORUS:
As the seasons change the doubt remains in me.
Will it ever change?
The Dying day and the endless night foretells,
My chronicle.
Oohhh oohhh oohhh
You'll find a place,
A resting nest.
Nobody here has been their best.
You're only hope the world will ever see.
You have no name, its a duly shame,
In a hopeless place, a glowing flame,
The one who shall not be named.
The more I say, the less I speak
The more I see in disbelief,
Of losing something I never had.