Tongues Songtext
von aeseaes

There were two of us, now there are three and four here
And out of every mouth, we send a chill into the air
Spitting images, spitting bitter lies
Spitting sharpened stones, spitting alibis


We′ve got a dictionary and a psychic fountain
There are so many tongues, but you know just bits of them
Teeth on polished glass, scrape off all the boards
Swallow all your thoughts, wait for blood to boil

Speak...
Speak...

The sun sinks westward and we're soaked through and through
Worried words feel warmest just before they choke you
This is permanent, love, it′s the place to be
Close your frightened mouth, drift off peacefully