Mother Tongue - White Lies

The city stays high all night

Lit up and sugared like a pinball table of fireflies

An echo of home on the edge of life

Shot through the veins of an angel on the devil, the next side.

But if you have forgotten your precious mother tongue

What do you think your mother would say of what you've done?

And if you can't remember the place you call a home

Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone?

Who's calling on the phone?

Dip the nose of the car to the sugar lights

Out to the desert of the cinnamon hills and moon shine

He said: "What can I do to make you mine?"

Kiss out the twang from my lips on the way to the big time.

But if you have forgotten your precious mother tongue

What do you think your mother would say of what you've done?

And if you can't remember the place you call a home

Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone?

Who's calling on the phone?

Forgot your mother tongue

Forgot your mother tongue

Forgot your mother tongue

Forgot your mother tongue

But if you have forgotten your precious mother tongue

What do you think your mother would say of what you've done?

And if you can't remember the place you call a home

Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone?

But if you have forgotten your precious mother tongue

What do you think your mother would say of what you've done?

And if you can't remember the place you call a home

Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone?