It was the whispers
They never knew what was right for them
They were sighs of smoke and now
Who would they speak to
About their pain
About their separation
These whispers of passion
These whispers of fire
Who would they speak to

They asked
the birds
the trees
They roamed the jungles
These whispers of passion
These whispers of fire
Who would they speak to

Who would they speak to
About their pain
About their separation
In this bazaar
In this winter where
Empty hearts were
Selling love for some cheap wines

They were told
They would have to die
They were told
They would never find their soul
But they knew
the love
the pain
They bought love
And set themselves up
To find their passion
Their Fire