Foreign Tongue - Alela Diane

That sidewalk is a river that I fished dry

Oh that sidewalk is a river that I fished dry

And now it’s my heavy hand filling the brim

And it hauled me out of their brim

But my coat of arms burns stronger still

But my coat of arms burns stronger still

And foreign tongue ties me here

Foreign tongue ties me here

So hang my slips out with the words between the lines

Oh hang my slips out with the words between the lines

And bow my head to their ears

Bow my head to those ears

I’ll never tip-toe across my home ever again

I’ll never tip-toe across my home ever again

Ever again

Ever again

And foreign tongue ties me here

Foreign tongue ties me here