| 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 |