Whisper - Breakfast In Fur

If you took my clothes away

And you cut my hair,

I would be a whisper in the air.

You are stepping through me now,

There is nothing there.

There was something, long ago,

But it has disappeared.

Time and time again,

You’ve looked to me my friend,

But I’m stepping through the mirror

and the mirror has no end.

If you saw me standing where

There was no one near,

Standing where the echoes disappear,

You might step right through me now,

I wouldn’t even care,

You are just a whisper in the air.