Phantoms-Nonexist

In tonight's breeze, I can see phantoms. Swaying with the trees, sounding lone anthems. But those trees don't sway for me. Those phantoms don't cry for me. And I wait, while my world rends asunder. I'm not gonna break under its weight. While the phantoms sing dirges; The angels are crying, today. In tonight's breeze, you can hear crying. Voices in the leaves, the angels are sighing. But those angels don't sigh for you. That crying is coming from you. And you wait, while your world rends asunder. You're not gonna break under its weight. While the phantoms sing dirges; The angels are crying, today. The beautiful sky is falling. Can you hear the breeze calling to you? And the phantoms are falling. Can't you hear that I'm calling to you? To you....