Scott Matthews – Language Lyrics

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