Melodramatic whispers (Short Version)

(Verse 1) In the shadows of the circus, where the darkness never fades, A haunting melody begins to play, a tale of love betrayed. The new-age modal jazz takes over, as the night grows cold, The progressive metal soundtrack, a story yet untold. (Chorus) Melodramatic whispers, in the silence of the night, Dark-jazz circus tunes, under the pale moonlight. A symphony of sorrow, a lush and modern sound, A journey through the darkness, where lost souls are found.