Whispers
Stuck in a silent memory I been
Trying not to lose
Back when our dreams felt like real things
When I held onto you
But if I look too hard, then I see the cracks
In the paint the canvass wears
Looking for something that we used to have
But can't find it anywhere
Then in a moment we're back in our golden era
Comes into focus with your words brushing my ears
I hear whispers of the past
In your voice on days like these
I still believe
It's slipping through our grasp
But it's not so far out of reach
Listen with me
Little whispers of the past
And everything we had
If there's no going back
Let's listen while we can
Still love the way the sun makes the green shine
Brighter in your eyes
But a shadow of difference makes it feel different
When your hand touches mine
But if I look too hard, then I see the cracks
In the paint the canvass wears
Looking for something that we used to have
But can't find it anywhere
Then in a moment we're back in our golden era
Comes into focus with your words brushing my ears
I hear whispers of the past
In your voice on days like these
I still believe
It's slipping through our grasp
But it's not so far out of reach
Listen with me
Little whispers of the past
And everything we had
If there's no going back
Let's listen while we can
Trying not to lose
Back when our dreams felt like real things
When I held onto you
But if I look too hard, then I see the cracks
In the paint the canvass wears
Looking for something that we used to have
But can't find it anywhere
Then in a moment we're back in our golden era
Comes into focus with your words brushing my ears
I hear whispers of the past
In your voice on days like these
I still believe
It's slipping through our grasp
But it's not so far out of reach
Listen with me
Little whispers of the past
And everything we had
If there's no going back
Let's listen while we can
Still love the way the sun makes the green shine
Brighter in your eyes
But a shadow of difference makes it feel different
When your hand touches mine
But if I look too hard, then I see the cracks
In the paint the canvass wears
Looking for something that we used to have
But can't find it anywhere
Then in a moment we're back in our golden era
Comes into focus with your words brushing my ears
I hear whispers of the past
In your voice on days like these
I still believe
It's slipping through our grasp
But it's not so far out of reach
Listen with me
Little whispers of the past
And everything we had
If there's no going back
Let's listen while we can
Credits
Writer(s): Zev William Troxler, Nicolo Pascutti, Simone Castelnuovo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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