The dead speak so promise me then you'll remember too
When you're gone, all I can think of is you
And I'll lose myself in the words that you say to me
And I'll fold myself into whatever shape you need
Whatever shape you need
The dead speak so promise me then you'll remember too
When the breeze carries a scent I'll remember you
As a cold chill you passed over me in the morning heat
And the air breathes and whispers to me as I fall asleep
And I'll lose myself in the words that you say to me
And I'll fold myself into whatever shape you need
And I'll lose myself in the words that you say to me
And I'll fold myself into whatever shape you need
Whatever shape you need.