I have a voice behind this tongue
But it's shy and clumsy
My voice will hide behind my tongue
And trip itself to bits
My voice it rides the waves of rhythm
Gently up, and coasts back down
But when my tongue breaks waves of rhythm
My voice hides in the sand
My voice is flawed but perfect, when
My tongue gets in the way
And though I know what to say then
My voice just cannot say
My tongue, my enemy, my slippery friend
That causes my speech to basically end
On the most awkward of notes, and that's how he wins
When I cannot speak, he just sits back and grins
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
I have a voice behind this tongue
But it's shy and clumsy
My voice will hide behind my tongue
And trip itself to bits
My voice it rides the waves of rhythm
Gently up, and coasts back down
But when my tongue breaks waves of rhythm
My voice hides in the sand
My voice is flawed but perfect, when
My tongue gets in the way
And though I know what to say then
My voice just cannot say
My tongue, my enemy, my slippery friend
That causes my speech to basically end
On the most awkward of notes, and that's how he wins
When I cannot speak, he just sits back and grins
