Memories of secret handshakes, you It speak my language Sees, I cease to believe You're gonna leave. And acting out 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 Memories of secret handshakes, you it speak my language Sees, that cease to believe You're gonna leave