Mother Tongue (demo) - White Lies
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Mother Tongue (demo) Lyrics
The city stays high, all night
Lit up and shivering
Like a pinball table of fireflies
An echo of home, on the edge of life
Shot through the veins of an angel
I'm a devil in exileBut if you have forgotten
Your precious mother tongue
What do you think your mother
Would say of what you've done?
And if you can't remember the place
You call a home, or having trouble placing
Who's calling on the phoneWho's calling on the phoneDip the nose of the car to the sugar lines
Out to the desert
Under cinnamon hills and moonshine
He said 'what can I do to make you mine?'
Kiss out the twang from my lips
On the way to big-timeBut if you have forgotten
Your precious mother tongue
What do you think your mother
Would say of what you've done?
And if you can't remember the place
You call a home, or having trouble placing
Who's calling on the phoneWho's calling on the phoneForgot your mother tongue
Forgot your mother tongue
Forgot your mother tongue
Forgot your mother tongueBut if you have forgotten
Your precious mother tongue
What do you think your mother
Would say of what you've done?
And if you can't remember the place
You call a home, or having trouble placing
Who's calling on the phoneBut if you have forgotten
Your precious mother tongue
What do you think your mother
Would say of what you've done?
And if you can't remember the place
You call a home, or having trouble placing
Who's calling on the phone
Songwriters
CHARLES CAVE, JACK BROWN, HARRY MCVEIGHPublished by
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