Can you hear the voices calling.
They rush through your brain, whispering your name.
They come in the night, on the wind, in the fog.
Can you hear them, whispering your name.
Alone in the forest, waiting.
They silently creep through the leaves, between the trees.
Can you hear them, whispering your name.
You hear them, whispering your name.
You don't know what they are saying.
Only whispering your name.
