The Damage

Here once again. 
What can I do with this, 
in my heart once again? 
Why would I do this, 
without your hand in mine, without time? 
When I feel nothing, 
when my head spins from the damage. 
When I feel nothing. 
Here once again. 
Do this thing in my heart, 
in my heart once again. 
Why would we ever part, 
without your hand in mine, without time? 
When I feel nothing, 
when my head spins from the damage. 
When I feel nothing, 
when my heard spins from your absence. 
It's your whisper sweetheart.