Whispered Amen Video (MV)

I see the sun
A burning mask of despair
Clouds scrape through an ashen sky
A besotted funeral procession
Seeking lost horizons

I drown myself in smoke
Watching my own mask
In a mirror of torpid waters

Whispers and bells
Bespeak dreams of misery

I would hang on in
Quiet desperation
If it meant one more day

Dreams of you are
Buried pale

I despair the withered shadows
Of memory
I await the cold morning