If My Tongue Could Talk Paroles

And it's getting to me

Those eyes can't see

What's inside me?

They try, but they can't get it out



And it burns and it permeates on the tip of my tongue

I'm not a liar though I wish I was one.



If I could sing these words one thing it burns

It stings and it's moving through me


And it burns and it permeates on the tip of my tongue

Well I'm not a liar though I wish I was one



And it turns and it suffocates in what's left of my lungs

And it burns and it permeates on what's left of the tip of my tongue

I'm not a liar though I wish I was one.

I'm not a liar, though I wish I was one.