Native Tongue

(альбом: Let Me Be Clear - 2016)

You are defiant
And I'm caustic for no credible reason
You're nascent from living untrue
Still you cut me just by speaking my language
Cause you know me in the way that you do

But I have nothing to awake my sense
There is nothing in the way of truth
'Til you bludgeon my ears with your silence
And I cut you in the way that I do

But I'm ready to lie now, on my back by the tower of London
And stare into the sun
But I know you
So I'll just say it in my native tongue

God you know you're the one I imagined
Yeah the first and the last on my list
There's still time, we can fix what is broken
If you still want it well, hey, here it is

From my thoughts to my lips with a vengeance
From my lips spilling out on the street
But in the light of your only admission
Are you still perfect and kind as it is?
So much more since I've been away
Or has your heart been in a state of sleep?
'Til you commandeered out starship rebellion
And you crashed it right here at my feet

But I'm ready to lie now, with my head face down in the water
And breathe until I'm dead
But I know you and I won't drown cause you're holding my breath

God you know you're the one I imagined
Yeah the first and the last on my list
There's still time, we can fix what is broken
If you still want it well, hey, here it is

Some are blind
Some are bad, some are poor, some are kind
Some are dead and some only alive
But I made it my job to behold you
And build a statue to you in these lines
At a moment you were dead asleep
Men came to take you somewhere else
Though they told me that they'd tell you I loved you I said "fuck you" and "I'll tell her myself"

I said "fuck you" and "I'll tell her myself"...