Language_Scott Matthew (ShortbBus OST)

Memories of secret handshake, 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, ingering

In me, and around my neck

It taps on my head

While I'm asleep

Memories of secret handshake, you

It speak my language

Sees, I cease to believe

You're gonna leave