In The Middle of a Whisper

Close the door,
in the night,
when shadows have grown.
Silent, in your silence, alone…
The memories are frozen, frameless…

In the middle of a whisper, promises may die.
In the middle of the pouring rain you can hide your tears.
In the middle of a whisper, dreams remain.
In the middle of a whisper… in an empty room, tonight…
Asking why, asking why!

Open your eyes,
a gaze to the inside.
Mesmerized, your soul seems to brake,
doubtful, in the Crossroads of Understanding.
Lost, in your lost, confused…
The hands so pale are trembling, cold…

In the middle of a whisper, promises may die.
In the middle of the pouring rain you can hide your tears.
In the middle of a whisper, dreams remain.
In the middle of a whisper… in an empty room, tonight…
Asking why, asking why!

In the middle of a whisper, promises may die.
[Don’t ask me why!]
In the middle of the pouring rain you can hide your tears.
[Don’t ask me why!]
In the middle of a whisper, dreams remain.
[Don’t ask me why!]
In the middle of a whisper… in an empty room, tonight…
Asking why, asking why!


When time is a delusion,
you wander about the past.


Dare to face your own dreams, unfulfilled, and carry on, turn the page…
The night will end, someday.
It sounds so easy, said like this… while you’re asking.
asking why, asking why!
In the middle of a whisper… just turn the page…
In the middle of a whisper, don’t ask me why…