I Hear

Curtains swaying, windows closed
 ghost of the wind knocking at my door
 is that you checking on me
 bring the fire to set me free
 Chill my body make it cold
 warm me up and let me go
 i hear voices in the air
 its too strange no one's ever there
 Little drummer play my march
 bring your beat, drown out the dark
 ghosts walking above my grave
 the cold washing souls away
 Chill my body make it cold
 warm me up and let me go
 i hear voices in the air
 its too strange no one's ever there
 Why question the only questions
 i already know the answers to
 so i wish i could count quietly
 in a crowded room until it was empty
 we were the only ones standing there
 in another time, another life, another place
 and the only thing one could hear was the soft
 whisper of
 4, 3, 2
 Why question the only questions
 i already know the answers to
 so i wish i could count quietly
 in a crowded room until it was empty
 we were the only ones standing there
 in another time, another life, another place
 and the only thing one could hear was the soft
 whisper of
 4, 3, 2