Jul 20, 2019
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Pick me up, dust me off, give me breath and let me cough. Drag me back, collect my thoughts. I've come back to the land I'd lost. The palms are down, I'm welcomed back to town. Sometimes I feel like they don't understand me. I hear their mouths making foreign sounds. Sometimes I think they're all just speaking tongues. Tell me all the things I've missed, who's been killed and who's been kissed. Drag me back, collect my thoughts, I'll be gone when the drugs wear off.
Tongues by Joywave