Whispers of the Past

AND DAY DISSOLVES INTO GOLD

NIGHT BECKONS AND CALLS

NIGHT TURNS WHITE WITH GRIEF

I CAN’T SLEEP

WHISPERS OF THE PAST

MEMORIES OF YESTERYEARS

THE THINGS THAT DID NOT LAST

I RECOLLECT THE TEARS

MY LOVE HOLD ME TIGHT

THERE’S A HAUNTED MOON TONIGHT

WITHERED FLOWERS NEVER LIE

IN MIDNIGHT HOURS AND NUMB GOODBYES

WHISPERS OF THE PAST

MEMORIES OF YESTERYEARS

THE THINGS THEY DID NOT LAST

I RECOLLECT THE TEARS

WHISPERS OF THE PAST

MEMORIES OF YESTERYEARS

THE THINGS THEY DID NOT LAST

I RECOLLECT THE TEARS, THE TEARS