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 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