Текст песни
[Verse 1] Muted strings and a quiet room Dust motes dancing in the afternoon I found your letter in a dusty drawer You don't live around here anymore [Chorus] But the harmonica plays a gentle refrain Like a soft summer breeze or a quiet rain Oh, the bittersweet road that we used to walk Now we only whisper, we no longer talk [Verse 2] Gentle cello begins to swell A bittersweet story we used to tell Muted acoustic guitar on the floor And I don't look for your face at the door [Chorus] But the harmonica plays a gentle refrain Like a soft summer breeze or a quiet rain Oh, the bittersweet road that we used to walk Now we only whisper, we no longer talk [Outro] Wistful and tender, the soft strings fade A beautiful memory we slowly made Just a whisper in the wind Where the stories end [End]
