In the haze of a flickering daybreak
Echoes lost in the fold of your sighs
Silent whispers of truths left unspoken
Carve their tales in the lines of your eyes
And the shadows whisper your name
In a slow haunting serenade
Like a dream that beckons from the deep
Where the worn spirits weep
Your soft ghost in every shade
And the shadows whisper your name
In a slow haunting serenade
And the shadows whisper your name
Your soft ghost in every shade
Through the murk of the clouded city lights
Lingers the perfume of melancholy tales
Underneath the calm of the starless night
Riding on the coattails of gales of night
Counting slowly with your silhouette
On the walls of my dimly lit room
Each pirouette cuts deeper yet
Into the fabric of the gloom
Curtains flutter like the heart unsteady
A candle flickers signing the end
In the mirror your face barely ready
To become
In the quiet the echo your refrain
A whispering shadow I remain
To become just a shadow you would never befriend