He could hear a voice, soft and steady like haunting vocal, echoing through the empty hallway. It didn't offer grand solutions, only a simple, repetitive command: "Hush."
Every time he closed his eyes, his head filled with —not the kind that rattled chains, but the kind that sat at the edge of the bed and reminded him of every word he should have said. Seibold - Hush (feat. Garrison Starr) (Audio)
It was a promise of a transition. The lyrics suggested that though the night was full of crying, The ghosts wouldn't live forever; one of these days, he would have to "let 'em die." He could hear a voice, soft and steady
One particularly restless midnight, the rain began to drum against the roof, sounding like a steady, rhythmic "mmm, mmm" that mirrored the humming in his own mind. He walked to the window, looking out into the yard. Somewhere out there, beneath the old oak tree, was the of his history—the place where he had buried the "bones" of a life he once knew. The lyrics suggested that though the night was