MEMORIES LIKE BREATH

Words and Music by Julia Vidito 

Copyright 2012

MEMORIES; THEY COME LIKE BREATH ON MY NECK

I GUESS THEY’LL ALWAYS BE HERE; SCARS FROM A WRECK

ONCE AGAIN I AM STANDING IN THE DOOR

WATCHING YOU SCREAMING ON THE FLOOR

OH CALL THE DOCTOR, HURRY, HURRY

SHE (WE) WON’T LAST MUCH LONGER

THE WOUNDS ARE ACHING HURRY, HURRY

SHE’S ALIVE, BUT NOT YET STRONGER

WE KEEP OURSELVES FROM BREAKING THE BEST WAYS WE KNOW

I’LL HOLD IT ALL IN SECRET AND YOU CAN LET IT SHOW

I AM SLEEPING WITH MY HAND UPON THE WALL

MY STEADY ARMS ARE HERE TO BREAK YOUR FALL

OH YES MY DEAR, OH YES I AM HERE

I AM SMALL, BUT I AM OLD

AND YOU ARE SCARED, BUT YOU ARE BOLD

THANK G-D ALL THAT’S LEFT OF THIS MESS

FEELS LIKE BREATH ON MY NECK