Language

memory's a secret handshake

shakes you with

it speaks my language

it ceases, i cease to believe

you're gonna leave

and acting out of a fight

when you're not around

with ease, i cease to exist

i slip through the leaves

we once had to wish

oh we wished for

heaven

it now only seems

like torture

oh this ghost will win my host

it's lingering

- in me

and around my neck

it taps on my head

while i'm asleep

memory's a secret handshake

shakes you with

speaks my language

cease, i cease to believe

you're gonne leave