"An Open Bed" genre: Goth
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	An atmospheric song with drumming similar to that on The Cure's "Disintegration" album. One of the better songs on "Winter of Whisper."
	CD: Winter of Whisper Credits: J. Brady
	Lyrics Lifeless in my bed, I listen to the snow I imagine it falling through the light fixtures Bury me deeply, deeply into the past But a fire burns through into a new hour The time gleams in the thick air, the time I hate the most I dream of a childhood friend, whispering as he dies The room gets cloudy, but I can still read the words Words that never change, words I just can't forget She opens the door, and the snow drifts in And I...feel it all begin Every dream has foreshadowed this My...fear is revealed All the dreams that shouldn't make sense are beginning to Muddy feet on the piano, deaths of loved ones I'm in bed again, but I don't remember why The door opens once more, but no snow comes in "Who invited these dark figures," I try to whisper As one by one they come up to my bed Some touch my skin lightly, others just look away Grey light floods the room, the shades are open Slowly they leave, looking at me once more I can't see their eyes, but I feel their expressions And through the walls I hear them speaking, so thoughfully, emotionally, regretfully Tears fall with sustained sound, but I promise it won't last She closes the door, and the snow all melts And I...sense it all end now My own words foreshadowed this My...secret was revealed

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