

(humm-mmm) We spoke in quiet corners where the daylight couldn't find us
Leaving all the noise and heavy promises behind us
A folded note, a penciled map,
a breath upon the glass
We knew the sweetest hours are the ones that always pass
And we were holding onto something beautiful and fragile
Dancing through the shadows where the memory is agile
Every whispered word a spark that lights up in the dark
Writing out our secrets in the middle of the park (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Now the morning breaks the silence with a pale and sudden cold
Another day of stories that can never quite be told
But I still feel the warmth of what we decided to reveal
Underneath the arches, making everything feel real
And we were holding onto something beautiful and fragile
Dancing through the shadows where the memory is agile
Every whispered word a spark that lights up in the dark
Writing out our secrets in the middle of the park (ooh-ooh-ooh)
(just a whisper in the dark) (mmmmm)