At times, when I wake at night, I turn to
look to your pillow, to see if you're there...

We had bad parting words in the morn.
No calls during the day, no messages...

Can you smell the roses
through all the blood...

Do you ever think back
to the days of young...

There are so many of you.
When will you all die...

Where are you?
Where have you gone...

Whispers
Whispers...

Where have you gone?
I thought you were here with me...

Sometimes I wonder what would
happen if I died tomorrow...

Give me your heart. Give me your soul. Give me...
All this will be mine. All this will be my bed...

You breathe so softly,
onto the pillow you lay on...

You lay there, next to me.
Your hair fanned out over the pillow...