She's been asleep for some time now
In a world of glass and paper doubt.
The doc explains in the best way he knows how:
That the cancer found its way in through our mouths.

Wake from your sleep
Oh, precious one.
Wake up now.

I can hear her breathe.
She's coming back to me.
And when she speaks,
Can we live with what we've done'
Oh, She's moving and I am terrified
That we can't hear the whisper.

If I make it to morning
And somehow believe it was fear
That turned my dreams to doubt.
Her cancer I ate for my Father who waits.
'Cause she wants to sing again.

Wake from your sleep
Oh, precious one.
Wake up now.

I can hear her breathe.
She's coming back to me.
And when she speaks,
Can we live with what we've done'
Oh, She's moving and I am terrified
That we can't hear the whisper.

What kind of son would I be
If I let her sleep'
What kind of brother would I be
If I let her sleep'
She's gonna speak.

I can hear her breathe.
She's coming back to me.
And when she speaks,
Can we live with what we've done'
Oh, She's moving and I am terrified
That we can't hear the whisper.