I know the whispers they hurt sometimes
they swell and fracture my vital light,
but can't you see the sanity in my epiphany
let me cure these blackened hearts
let me show you one last time
let me show you one last sign.
And all the roads we have to walk are winding,
and all the lights that lead us there are blinding.
There are many things that I
would like to say to you, but I don't know how.