Come back to me, dear.
you have my heart
Your voice, all i want to hear
that is all that i want.

Sing me a song,
tell me a story
just say anything to me
because you know, i worry

i want to hear you,
so much i could break down
please, before i forget
how soft your voice actually sounds

forget me nots, and dafodils
are strewned across my bed
and love letters from you
ones i've already read

i lay down, looking at the ceiling
not knowing what tomorrow holds
but i wish you could whisper
the future of our souls

the sirens cry
of jealousy when you talk
and the angels die
when you sound so content

Now my bed is stained crimson
from the paper cuts those notes gave me
my head becomes lighter
because your voice is now a sound to me...