Whispering Ghost

how many nights do I have to wait
when the sun sets too early
and it rises too late?
well it's a long cold dark old night
to be without you ooh

but how many nights do I have to cry?
cause I didn't gaze my fill at your happy face
and kiss you goodbye
it's a long cold dark old night
to be without you

and I, I follow the leaves as they blow all around
I follow the tin can as it rolls on the ground
as if I'm following you
and I hear the sound of a whisper
of a whisper...

and the whisper get closer
and softer and deeper
and twines around the grief in my heart like a creeper
and it climbs up my throat
to stop me from speaking
and choking this whisper of love we've been seeking

I'm held for a moment
then it falls away
and leaves a trace of your ghost
in this ghost of a day
that is breaking without you
that is breaking without you
that is breaking