Besedila: Reason (The). Things Couldn't Be Better. If My Tongue Could Talk.

This tongue in me won't sing, won't speak
These lungs won't breathe
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
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
So I decide to keep it inside
Hold tight. Hold it 'til it's too late
So spit it out!
As it permeates
As it suffocates me
On the tip of my tongue
As it burns
I can't breathe
So 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
Not a liar, though I wish I was one
I can't speak