Whispers of the Past
Of The Wand & The Moon
AND DAY DISSOLVES INTO GOLD
NIGHT BECKONS AND CALLS
NIGHT TURNS WHITE WITH GRIEF
I CAN’T SLEEP
WHISPERS OF THE PAST
MEMORIES OF YESTERYEARS
THE THINGS THAT DID NOT LAST
I RECOLLECT THE TEARS
MY LOVE HOLD ME TIGHT
THERE’S A HAUNTED MOON TONIGHT
WITHERED FLOWERS NEVER LIE
IN MIDNIGHT HOURS AND NUMB GOODBYES
WHISPERS OF THE PAST
MEMORIES OF YESTERYEARS
THE THINGS THEY DID NOT LAST
I RECOLLECT THE TEARS
WHISPERS OF THE PAST
MEMORIES OF YESTERYEARS
THE THINGS THEY DID NOT LAST
I RECOLLECT THE TEARS, THE TEARS