We speak in a language, no one seems to know
It twists our tongues in tiny knots till we forget the cold
I know every angle you are going to show
When we die we'll turn to seeds buried in a row
It twists our tongues in tiny knots till we forget the cold
I know every angle you are going to show
When we die we'll turn to seeds buried in a row
Oh, if history is saying no
Smother me until you have to go
Just don't leave me standing here
Re-write every page in every book we read
Tape together all the plots of our own history
I'm tied to your waist and you're wrapped around me
They can never break the knots tangled in our string
Oh, if history is saying no
Smother me until you have to go
Just don't leave me standing here on my own
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