The voice

I hear it at nights,
The voice in my dreams,
That tells me:"come to me."

I hear it in bed,
The morning dew has fallen,
And now I need to go out.

And the voice that whispers at nights,
Soon to be forgotten like it was never known.
And the voice that echoes through mountains high,
Soon will be gone.
The voice once we were,
Now who will ever see it again,
Because no one remembers anymore this old refrain…

And in everyday, we are haunted,
By distant memories from our past.
But we ignore them,
We never look back,
We never stop to think who we were.

And the voice that whispers at nights,
Soon to be forgotten like it was never known.
And the voice that echoes through mountains high,
Soon will be gone.
The voice once we were,
Now who will ever see it again,
Because no one remembers anymore this old refrain…

And the voice…
And the voice…

And the voice that whispers at nights,
Soon to be forgotten like it was never known.
And the voice that echoes through mountains high,
Soon will be gone.
The voice once we were,
Now who will ever see it again,
Because no one remembers anymore this old refrain…