

I've seen how sorrow settles hard in people left alone
They build themselves an island from troubles not their own
A name gets dropped,
a silence falls, like smoke that will not move
And they will talk till morning comes,
those whispers in the room
How do you tell the truth from lies?
When those voices fill the air?
Some only speak to hear themselves
Does anybody really care?
But they're the ones who pay the price For every word that
isn't true
So I drink my beer,
step out the door
And leave those whispers in the room
Well I have learned to know the kind
Who need to cut you down
They trade in other people's pain
To pull themselves up from the ground
Some people never face themselves So they turn and face the crowd
They dress their hurt in borrowed words
And wear it thin but loud
But truth can stand the morning light It does not fear the
day And all the noise that filled the dark Will slowly fade
away How do you tell the truth from lies?
When those voices fill the air?
Some only speak to hear themselves So I leave them talking there
But they're the ones who pay the price For every word that
isn't true
So I drink my beer,
step out the door And leave those whispers in the room
Let the midnight sort it out And leave those whispers in the
room