Il testo della Vince

Like a whisper
Or an echo of a ghost
That silence swept through our dim lit halls
That day you left
That day you took what can't be taken back
Your life is such a tragic thing to waste
From hellos and handshakes in the hall
You were always there
I was always afraid
I'm sorry i wasn't there
And i'm sorry for the things they must have said
I hope it haunts them til the end