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 gonna leave
Writer/s: Scott Matthew
