Station birthed from shadows
They're waiting for their names to be called
Violently formed demeanour
They're crossing out the circus tents
Whispers came too soon
From your guarded tomb
If at first there seems some meaning for why they've closed the gates
Please just don't, hold it too close
Though the evening's lost it's feeling it is filtered through the light you claim
Then put away
Whispers came too soon
From your guarded tomb
A mesh of feigning voices
Are not to go away
Rested souls now ripped through
Is this what 'it' means?
Whispers came too soon
From your guarded tomb