The Thought of you the words you used and still
Cling to me my memory until
Unforgiving nights leave me hanging
Ooh
Too quiet still your voice once filled
Lovely girl who grows to share your face
Yearns to hear of lands with wild horses
I read to her she asks for different voices
Ooh
Too quiet still your voice once filled
Smoke, steel, and sirens
How dark the sky was
When the phone rang out
And I learned how thin life was
Ooh
Too quiet still your voice once filled
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