I cannot hear sweet things my lover says.
I listen, strain my ears, but once again,
the only voice I hear is in my head.
Alas, though sound and noise for me are dead,
Within my soul I still can hear the rain.
But, I cannot hear sweet things my lover says.
Oh come to me my love, my heart has bled,
For nothing that you whisper can remain.
The only voice I hear is in my head.
Although the sound of music has been dead,
And melodies are locked within my brain.
I cannot hear sweet things my lover says.
Could it be that I have been misled?
This paradox I simply can’t explain.
The only voice I hear is in my head.
The feelings for my love, alas, are dead.
A secret that has brought me so much pain.
I cannot hear sweet things my lover says.
The only voice I hear is in my head.