Sing so softly. You know life’s a lullaby on your own. Wish you knew of me, you know? But I’m just a childs toy and you’ve grown old. Speak so swiftly. You know, secrets are better left untold. Wish you would hear me, you know? But I’m just a whisper in the cold without an ear. You do belong to the tongue of this song and in the ribs where the love is pumpin. Your sky cries into my lungs and colors me blue. Took my picture. I know I look terrible in those. Wish you would see me, you know? But I’m just a ghost in outdated clothes and I say you do belong to the tongue of this song and in the ribs where the love is pumpin. Your sky cries into my lungs and colors me blue.