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Ulrika Astrud Bergström - Whispers (2025) Lonely but I love the quiet glow City lights dance on my window People whisper "hearts don't show" But my rhythm's playing on the radio Footsteps echo down the lonely hall Silent conversations through the wall I trace the whispers where the streetlights fall And hum the tune that no one recalls Midnight rumbles through the trees Breeze is humming just for me They say love's a language lost in time But I can hear it in the midnight chime A secret melody, so soft and slow Wrapped in this quiet glow Oh, whispers in the glow, they call my name Through the glass, the city burns like flame Hearts may hide, but they still know Every rhythm, every note that the radio sings low Oh, whispers in the glow, they call my name Through the glass, the city burns like flame Hearts may hide, but they still know Every rhythm, every note that the radio sings low Let the moon pull tides in me Asphalt soft beneath bare feet Neon signs sing company To shadows swaying down the street Birds hum dawn on power lines Sun paints gold through tilted blinds Grass still wet with last night's wine Breathing in what the world left behind Midnight rumbles through the trees Breeze is singing just for me They say love's a language lost in time But I can hear it in the midnight chime A secret melody, so soft and slow Wrapped in this quiet glow Oh, whispers in the glow, they call my name Through the glass, the city burns like flame Hearts may hide, but they still know Every rhythm, every note that the radio sings low Oh, whispers in the glow, they call my name Through the glass, the city burns like flame Hearts may hide, but they still know Every rhythm, every note that the radio sings low