[rockenfield/la torre/wilton] voices whisper in the night do you hear them calling me reflecting faces in the light what is real and what is fantasy nowhere to be found, i can't breathe again a mother, my lover, my best friend, my best friend my baby's staring back at me, and now a broken family your name now etched in stone, no place to call my home your heart is the amber i see in my drag the smoke your spirit rising i breathe your love the tickle in my throat, your way of reaching out perhaps the creaking of my door the moonlight glistening the shore nowhere to be found, i can't breathe again a mother, my lover, my best friend, my best friend. my baby's staring back at me, and now a broken family your name now etched in stone, no place to call my home nowhere to be found, (i'm looking down on you) i can't breathe again (or are you looking down on me) a mother, my lover, my best friend, my best friend. (are you looking down on me, i really need to know) my baby's staring back at me, and now a broken family your name now etched in stone, no place to call my home