"Little Talks"
I don't like walking around this old and empty house.
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear.
The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake.
It's the house telling you to close your eyes.
And some days I can't even trust myself.
It's k i l l i n g me to see you this way.
'Cause though the truth may vary;
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.
There's an old voice in my head that's h o l d i n g m e b a c k.
Well tell her that I miss our little talks.
Soon it will be o v e r and b u r i e d with our past.
We used to play outside when we were young.
And full of life and full of love.
Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right.
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear.
'Cause though the truth may vary;
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.
Don't listen to a word I say;
The screams all sound the same.
Though the truth may vary;
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.
You're g o n e, g o n e, g o n e away.
I watched you d i s a p p e a r.
All that's left is the g h o s t of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's n o t h i n g we can do...
Just let me go we'll meet again soon.
Now w a i t, w a i t, w a i t for me.
Please hang around...
I'll see you when I fall asleep.
Don't listen to a word I say;
The screams all sound the same.
Though the truth may vary;
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.
Don't listen to a word I say;
The screams all sound the same.
Though the truth may vary;
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.