Talking To The Dead

A sea of faces (a sea of faces)
Black and gray (black and gray)
And there she lay (And there she lay)
Cold as clay

Her face was pale but somehow near
I swore she moved, it stirred my fear
I turned to Dad: Did you see that too?
He said: It’s grief, playing tricks on you

Talking to the dead
Whispers in the night
Shadows in my room
Stealing all the light
Dreams that haunt
And twist my head
Am I alive, or talking to the dead?

A somber crowd
A bell’s low chime
In my life!
To say goodbye, no more fight!
For the final time!

Talking to the dead
Whispers in the night
Shadows in my room
Stealing all the light
Dreams that haunt
And twist my head
Am I alive, or talking to the

To say goodbye, no more fight!
For the final time!

To say goodbye, no more fight!
For the final time!

To say goodbye, no more fight!
For the final time!

To say goodbye, no more fight!
For the final time!

To say goodbye, no more fight!
For the final time!

To say goodbye, no more fight!
For the final time!