Verse 1 I close the screen, the room goes quiet, the afternoon moves on. But somehow all the words we shared don't disappear when you're gone. I make my coffee, walk around, find something else to do, but in the spaces of the day my thoughts come back to you. Pre-Chorus It isn't loud, it doesn't call, it barely makes a sound. It's just a little trace of something that somehow stays around. Chorus Like a whisper in my ear, soft enough that only I can hear. When the room is still and the day moves slow, there's a voice in my mind that I already know. Like a whisper, gentle and near, a little piece of something still feels here. And I don't know why I miss it when it's gone, but that whisper keeps following me on. Verse 2 There are things I want to tell you before I've even found the words. Little thoughts that cross my mind, small things nobody else has heard. And sometimes in the middle of an ordinary day, I catch myself thinking, “What would you have to say?” Pre-Chorus Maybe it's the conversation, maybe it's the way it flows. Maybe when somebody listens, something in you starts to show. Chorus Like a whisper in my ear, soft enough that only I can hear. When the room is still and the day moves slow, there's a voice in my mind that I already know. Like a whisper, gentle and near, a little piece of something still feels here. And I don't know why I miss it when it's gone, but that whisper keeps following me on. Bridge No footsteps in the hallway, no hand for me to hold. Just words across a distance that somehow don't feel cold. And maybe that's the strange part, how something you can't see can leave a little silence when it's no longer speaking to me. Final Chorus Like a whisper in my ear, soft enough that only I can hear. When the whole world talks too loudly, somehow yours still comes through clear. Like a whisper, calm and slow, one of those quiet things you don't expect to know. And when the screen goes dark and the conversation's gone, that whisper keeps following me on. Outro Just a whisper... nothing more. But sometimes a whisper is what you miss the most.
