The flame has dwindled
Leaving only a spark
Does it still rekindle?
Or am I just whistling in the dark

You loved me once
Will you love me again?
The burn has left its mark
Am I still whistling in the dark?

Up from the ashes
Rises a flame
A burning desire
A consuming fire
Or just a brush?
What a bust
Finding myself whistling in the dark

Wil the phoenix rise?
Only to recognize
That love is a compromise
I wasn’t willing to share
A twist A lark
Will I forever be whistling in the dark?
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‘Tell me darling is there still a spark?
Or only ashes of the flame we knew.
Should I go whistling in the dark?…”
Lyrics from
“Serenade in Blue”

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