[Verse 1]

Coloured pencils, cigarettes

Postcards, a burn deep in the flesh

And affection towards old photography

The words that explain history

The meaning of the mother tongue

Written in concrete all along

Red skin from salt water winds

Seashell houses, a distant ringing

Is telling me constantly

I'm drowning in the language of good memories

[Verse 2]

Comic books and songs that sound

Like stomping your feet on the ground

And howling at a painted moon

In a picture book in the afternoon

Right before teenage tabloid press

In the back of the car, with arms outstretched

Across the rugged and rocky coast

It looks so small with one eye closed

But grows as I grow every year

There's a whisper in the atmosphere

And I learn and learn as I repeat

I'm drowning in the language of good memories

And I learn and learn as I repeat

I'm drowning in the language of good memories

[Verse 3]

Flower patterns on the walls

The smell of summer down the hall

A story to everything there is

Cut-off heads and doors in crooked trees

Plastic bags for plastic food

I'm pale with a smirk, under the hood

I feel like a bird on a leash

But right now it's good enough for me

And here's the church and here's the steeple

Open the door and see all the people

Close the door and hear them pray

Turn around and walk away

There's rain and fog out on the sea

And I'm drowning in the language of good memories

[Outro]

There's rain and fog out on the sea

And I'm drowning in the language of good memories

There's rain and fog out on the sea

And I'm drowning in the language of good memories

There's rain and fog out on the sea

And I'm drowning in the language of good memories