Mumbai Songtext
von Native Dancer

If the world lost her name
Would she exist at all and
Is there enough space
Between the words

Or is it a wondrous dream?
Or something i′ve said
What if i keep my words
To myself?

A tongue that's made of stone
The founder of a quiet home
A gospel
It sings and cries out in my head
And the tale that she is telling echoes deep down in my silence
It lies beyond the edge of my eyes

Home is more than I can see
More than any words could mean


Holding on, Holding on
This is a place I know
I′m holding on
This place- I know that there's more to know.

What if she's still with me
I know that she passes down love
Held and instilled in me
If I listen
And all that you ever know
Will come to a close
We need better words for us
To see us through.

A tongue that′s made of stone
The founder of a quiet home
A gospel
It sing and cries out in my head
And the tale that she is telling echoes deep down in my silence
It lies beyond the edge of my eyes

Home is more
Than I can see
More than any
Words could mean


Holding on, Holding on
This is a place I know
I′m holding on
This place- I know that there's more to know.