WHISPER

By George Schuster 1998



Find the line where my eyes meet
cracked and faded rusted feet.
A perfect likeness, she's miles away.
My hands are shaking, I blur to grey.

Look in these eyes, I am a window. One tiny voice, one tiny whisper.

I should get going, some righteous path.
Vacant future and naked past
the slightest whisper inside my head.
I'm spinning down.

Look in these eyes, I am a window.
And in these dreams, I am a vision.
Look at my life, I am a mirror.
One tiny voice, one tiny whisper.


Notes about Video: Again, taken from Anne Delisi's "Backstage Pass" program on PBS in Detroit. With Asta, George and me, are Frank Greenhalgh on bass and Ken Capton on drums.

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