Song | Whisper |
Artist | The Dear Hunter |
Album | Migrant |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There’s shadows on the walls | |
Of moments far too troubling to recall | |
All the settings and the scenes | |
That signal suffering | |
Impassioned pleas that ended in a whisper | |
In all the lessons learned, | |
Were they worth the ash from all the bridges burned? | |
Standing, stomping in the damage and | |
The ruins of a slip of tongue | |
With tragic consequences | |
I think that we’ve all made our gravest mistakes | |
On the greatest intentions that we’re too stubborn to let go | |
With this little time before I go, | |
I’ll open up my mouth, | |
And scream it out | |
To cast my voice | |
Into the crowd | |
Now that you’re alone, | |
Is it really so impossible to know | |
All the actions and reactions | |
Pinned against each other |
There' s shadows on the walls | |
Of moments far too troubling to recall | |
All the settings and the scenes | |
That signal suffering | |
Impassioned pleas that ended in a whisper | |
In all the lessons learned, | |
Were they worth the ash from all the bridges burned? | |
Standing, stomping in the damage and | |
The ruins of a slip of tongue | |
With tragic consequences | |
I think that we' ve all made our gravest mistakes | |
On the greatest intentions that we' re too stubborn to let go | |
With this little time before I go, | |
I' ll open up my mouth, | |
And scream it out | |
To cast my voice | |
Into the crowd | |
Now that you' re alone, | |
Is it really so impossible to know | |
All the actions and reactions | |
Pinned against each other |
There' s shadows on the walls | |
Of moments far too troubling to recall | |
All the settings and the scenes | |
That signal suffering | |
Impassioned pleas that ended in a whisper | |
In all the lessons learned, | |
Were they worth the ash from all the bridges burned? | |
Standing, stomping in the damage and | |
The ruins of a slip of tongue | |
With tragic consequences | |
I think that we' ve all made our gravest mistakes | |
On the greatest intentions that we' re too stubborn to let go | |
With this little time before I go, | |
I' ll open up my mouth, | |
And scream it out | |
To cast my voice | |
Into the crowd | |
Now that you' re alone, | |
Is it really so impossible to know | |
All the actions and reactions | |
Pinned against each other |