the secret's in the telling
i won't sleep if you won't sleep
because tonight may be the last chance we'll be given
we are compelled to do what we must do
we are compelled to do what we have been forbidden
until the last resilient hope is frozen deep inside my bones
and this broken fate has claimed me and my memories for its own
your name is pounding through my veins, can't you hear how it is sung?
and i can taste you in my mouth before the words escape my lungs
a n d i w h i s p e r o n l y o n c e . . .