There is no language in our lungs

to tell the world just how we feel

no bridge of thought

no mental link

no letting out just what you think

there is no language in our lungs

there is no muscle in our tongues

to tell the world what's in our hearts

no we're leaving nothing

just chiselled stones

no chance to speak before we're bones

there is no muscle in our tongues

I thought I had the whole world in my mouth

I thought I could say what I wanted to say

For a second that thought became a sword in my hand

I could slay any problem that would stand in my way

I felt just like a crusader

lionheart, a holy land invader

but nobody can say what they really mean to say and

the impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and

I would have made this instrumental

but the words got in the way

there is no language in our...

there is no language in our lungs

to tell the world what's in our hearts

no we're leaving nothing behind

just chiselled stones

no chance to speak before we're bones

there is no language in our lungs