| Feel your heartbeat bang the drum
|
| Open up your eyes and fill your lungs
|
| The same word from where the stars are flung
|
| Love’s the language, love’s your native tongue
|
| My heart is a beating drum
|
| My head in oblivion
|
| My soul, such a long way from
|
| My lips, my lungs, my native tongue
|
| My friend, where did we go wrong?
|
| My Lord, we forgot our sound
|
| My soul, such a long way from
|
| My lips, my lungs, my native tongue
|
| (Oh-woah-oh-woah-oh)
|
| (My native tongue)
|
| (Oh-woah-oh-woah-oh)
|
| (My native tongue)
|
| Sing it to me, whisper into my ear
|
| Accuser’s voices start to disappear
|
| In the wind, in the tongues of the flame
|
| In my soul, in my one true name, oh
|
| Back before we learned the words to start a fight
|
| Back before they told us that the haters were right
|
| He spoke the truth, «let there be"and there was
|
| Love is the language, love is your native tongue
|
| My heart is a beating drum
|
| My head in oblivion
|
| My soul, such a long way from
|
| My lips, my lungs, my native tongue
|
| My friend, where did we go wrong?
|
| My Lord, we forgot our sound
|
| My soul, such a long way from
|
| My lips, my lungs, my native tongue
|
| So sing it loud, get loud, get
|
| Louder than the voices in the crowd, yeah
|
| Even when they tried to drown you out, eh
|
| Your lips, your lungs, your native tongue
|
| So sing it out, get loud, get
|
| Louder than the darkness and the doubts, eh
|
| Louder than the curses and the shouts, yeah
|
| Your lips, your lungs, your native tongue
|
| (Oh-woah-oh-woah-oh)
|
| (Oh-woah-oh-woah-oh)
|
| My heart is a beating drum
|
| My head in oblivion
|
| My soul, such a long way from
|
| My lips, my lungs, my native tongue
|
| My friend, where did we go wrong?
|
| My Lord, we forgot our sound
|
| My soul, such a long way from
|
| My lips, my lungs, my native tongue
|
| (Oh-woah-oh-woah-oh)
|
| (My native tongue)
|
| (Oh-woah-oh-woah-oh)
|
| I want the world to sing in her native tongue
|
| To sing it like when we were young
|
| Back before the pendulum had swung to the shadows
|
| I want the world to sing in her native tongue
|
| Maybe we could learn to sing along
|
| To find a way to use our lungs for love and not the shadows
|
| I want the world to sing in her native tongue
|
| To sing it like when we were young
|
| Back before the pendulum had swung to the shadows
|
| I want the world to sing in her native tongue
|
| Maybe we could learn to sing along
|
| To find a way to use our lungs for love and not the shadows |