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