Lyrics
The whispers this time
Have found a new shelter
Lost and found
Buried in the backyard
Dreams bring out
The old wooden stairs
The end of the aisle
Reflected in the mirror
The grass on the walls
The wounds of the paintings
Then open your eyes
There're writings on the ceiling
The whispers this time
Have found a new shelter
Lost and found
Buried in the backyard
The grass on the walls
The wounds of the paintings
Then open your eyes
There're writings on the ceiling
The cracks on the walls
The wounds of the paintings
Then open your eyes
There're writings on the ceiling