Lyrics

Love like the lost linger of failed memory Struggles against death but refuses to live And in the cold wake up of everything I'd give To have things turn out differently Now, I know I'm free And I guess I never told her Through the whispers and silician vespers And the gentle promise of soft passage That I'm helpless to explain What she knows far better than anyone might expect That the noose was meant for my neck In small spots where roads cross The mystery of fortune and chance wait For you to find what fits you And shows you what you need to see And now that I've seen I thank God I'm free And I guess I never told her Through the whispers and silician vespers And the gentle promise of soft passage That I'm helpless to explain What she knows far better than anyone might expect That the noose was meant for my neck