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

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 am missing you

And while telephones are ringing

And emails keep coming in

We kiss in songs

And I'm missing you