DESCRIPTION:
Dedicated to the memory of Victor Lima

Lyrics:

Shaking hands with a friend who became a memory.
Killing time in my mind just so I don't stop to think.
Nervous habits, I'm hiding the crushing weight of grief.
Some nights I stare at the sky wondering where you could be.
My eyes are sore and sunken in from lack of sleep.
Counting tiles in the ceiling for seconds of relief .
Can't help but wish there was some way that you and I could speak.
Exchanging thoughts with your ghost only happens in my dreams.
When I wished I would die you said I would be just fine.
Wish I could thank you, I wish we had more time.
Daydreaming how I could sacrifice my life, if it meant you would come back I would be alright.

Recorded at Bridge East Studios by John Dello Iacono