Six A.M., the night is breathing down my back
The radio, softly singing static
The sky's a circus of dark clouds hanging over me

The ground will open up and swallow what is left
And there is a calm beneath the storm that's brewing in my chest

I whisper the things I'll never say
I whisper and let the pieces fall away

The mourners pass me with sorry smiles hanging from their faces
And flowers line the window sill torturing my senses

I'll hold my breath until the petals fall away
And the earth has frozen over all the things I'll never say

I whisper the things I'll never
I whisper and let the pieces fall away

The quiet finds its way beneath the bedroom door
And marks each space between the footstep and the floor
The house is shaded like it sees the future written on me

I whisper the things I'll never say
I whisper and let the pieces fall away

I whisper the things I'll never say
I whisper and let the pieces fall away