Melting
I might not be the chosen one
Walk down the streets
Hands melting in the sun
High on confusion
Dripping parts of love
Hear me dear I am melting in the sun
I still want to be part of this dying sun
Last night I began to doubt
Doubt if I think was the chosen one
If I was the chosen, the chosen one
Hear me dear I am melting in the sun
I still want to be part of this dying sun
Writer/s: Alexander Ortiz, Vincent Levesque
