It’s been quite a messNow we’re looking for good timesWe’re aching for fines times Too long disorientedNot a fate, we can work this outNow we can clean our minds WhistleWhistleWhistleYou don’t have to callWhistle Just whistleI’ll be there for your soul WhistleWhistleWhistleYou don’t have to fallWhistle Just whistleI promise I will come You’re making fun of meI don’t get what you’re laughing atsometimes you throw me out Nevermind I’ll strive (ou try) to get you back(I’ll) buy a leash to walk you outIn the meantimeI will hold the line Enough wasteYou whisperedEnough talesYou’ve toldEnough restAlone WhistleWhistleWhistleYou don’t have to callWhistle Just whistleI’ll be there for your soul WhistleWhistleWhistleYou don’t have to fallWhistle Just whistleI promise I will come
The letter dropped You left it lost Or wouldA note was left Inside your head For you The vacant lot That marks your spot Is stillWhere nothing moves And moments marked Your will It keeps coming around… The empty chair The shadows there RemainWith blinds pulled down And prayers cried out In vain The silhouette That set against The lightShines where eyes Can't see beyond The sky It keeps coming around...