The dead speak so promise me then you’ll remember toonWhen you’re gone, all I can think of is younAnd I’ll lose myself in the words that you say to menAnd I’ll fold myself into whatever shape you neednWhatever shape you neednnThe dead speak so promise me then you’ll remember toonWhen the breeze carries a scent I’ll remember younAs a cold chill you passed over me in the morning heatnAnd the air breathes and whispers to me as I fall asleepnnAnd I’ll lose myself in the words that you say to menAnd I’ll fold myself into whatever shape you neednAnd I’ll lose myself in the words that you say to menAnd I’ll fold myself into whatever shape you neednWhatever shape you need.n