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[Verse 1]
In the quiet of the night, when the world slows down,
There's a whisper in the darkness, without a sound.
It's the past calling softly, from where dreams dwell,
No farther away than the pillow where my head fell.
[Verse 2]
Each thread and feather, a keeper of tales,
Of laughter and tears, of sails and gales.
In the fabric of night, memories intertwine,
On my pillow, the past and present align.
[Chorus]
Whispers on my pillow, in the dead of night,
Bringing past to present, in the soft moonlight.
A journey through time, on a bed so still,
Where yesterday and today meet, and always will.
[Bridge]
Can't escape the echoes, of what has been,
In the silence of my room, they're heard, not seen.
A comforting presence, or a haunting fear,
On my pillow, the past is always near.
[Verse 3]
With every sunrise, a new day begins,
But the shadows of yesterday, always find their ins.
As I lay down my head, on my pillow so light,
I'm transported back, to another night.
[Chorus]
Whispers on my pillow, where memories reside,
A place where the heart, can't hide.
In the weave of the night, stories unfold,
On my pillow.
[Outro]
So here I rest, with the past so close,
On my pillow, where dreams impose.
The past is no farther, than where I lay my head,
On my pillow, where all is said.
- Genre
- Rock