I hear whispers from closets
I never knew had a door
And I'm worried about pain
That I never dealt with before
So I look in your eyes
For that glimpse
Which is certainly
Sights for the sore
And as you melt away
My knees
They drop to the floor
And I wake up
To this feeling that you
Aren't here anymore
And sadly this dream is a thing
That will slowly drift
From the shore
Maybe I'll hear your whispers once more
Maybe I'll hear your whispers once more