Langue D'enfance

These words once meant so much Bound to our ears as a remnant of home A hygge of worlds long gone A waning dream in forgotten songs So let's create these stories Before I forget this childhood tongue Let's utter each word swiftly To the heteroge bow we whisper quietly And when these words part From our mouths So will all we know We're but a vessel to the waves I'd love to remember my time here And there we will drown And I steal words from the dead I'm not dead yet The tongue lies to a side of a corpse Speaking it's last words to a hollow heart Tell me everything I said back there was meaningful To the heteroge bow we whisper quietly