I speak to you in songs I transmit every word into melodies And you'll understand me I speak to you in tongues 'Cause literature has lost its meaning to me It's all gibberish and bleak
And while history is written And politics is spitten We kiss in songs And I'm missing you
I speak to you in colors 'Cause words are sharp and cut My lips will bleed, taste the iron on me I speak to you in shapes I'm fluent in this language We create words, we innovate
And while history is written And politics is spitten (Is spitten) We kiss in songs And I'm missing you And while telephones are ringing And emails keep coming in (Keep coming) We kiss in songs And I'm missing you And while telephones are ringing And emails keep coming in We kiss in songs And I'm missing you