Tell your friends not to think aloud Until they swallow Whisper things into my brain Your voice sounds so hollow I am not a leader of men Since I prefer to follow Do you think I could have a drink Since it's so hard to swallow So hard to swallow

Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Warsaw city at war 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the

Every song that's comin' on Is settin' the mood tonight Gettin' us right, but like Every kiss, I feel your lips Hittin' us stronger than A lightning strike Never heard anything like that They way you whisper my name Makin' love to the soundtrack

I thought I needed fortune I thought I needed fame But all I need is to hear you Whisper my name Funny thing about dreamers When the dream is in their sights Just to get where they're going They leave a lot of good things behind Guess you could call me a

Stop whispering, start shouting Dear sir, I have a complaint Doesn't matter anyway And the wise man said I don't want to hear your voice And the thin man said I don't want to hear your voice And they're cursing me And they won't let me be There's nothing

This is the end of you It's all the rain that's putting me to sleep There's so much more inside us I tried to drown my sorrows Instead they're all drowning me Whispers are their weakness Their weakness Everyday I must practice

Tell your friends not to think aloud Until they swallow Whisper things into my brain Your voice sounds so hollow I am not a leader of men Since I prefer to follow Do you think I could have a drink Since it's so hard to swallow So hard to swallow

Oh, fight me Oh, a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee I woke up and he was screaming, I'd left him dreaming I roll over and shake him tightly and whisper If they want you, oh, they're gonna have to fight me I woke up on a bench on Shepherd's Bush

They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on Help from above will come back strong I got faith in us, I got faith in Him The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen It's whispered from a tractor on a flat Midwestern plain The fields are

The secret messages are calling to me endlessly They call to me across the air The messages across the atmosphere They whisper in your ear, they're calling everywhere A moving stream of information That is floating on the wind The secrets never end And