can't I speak in tongues?
this is a language I know.
from the coils of my brain
to the twiddling of my thumbs

and can i be a mystery?
this is not the land I love.
its a curse to want everything
but hate it all so much.

dark skies
tired nights
your grip around
your vice is tight


opinions don't revive, babe,
do I keep you alive, babe?
At least I keep you something.