måndag 28 februari 2011
måndag 14 februari 2011
a whisper.
A whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper A whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks Who remembers your face? Who remembers you when you are gone? I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks Come back and look for me Look for me when I am lost Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper Night turns to day And I still have these questions Bridges will break Should I go forwards or backwards? Night turns to day
And I still get no answers Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks Who remembers your face? Who remembers you when you are gone? I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks Come back and look for me Look for me when I am lost Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper
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