Native Tongue - Switchfoot

You are defiant And I'm caustic for no credible reason You're nascent from living untrue Still you cut me just by speaking my language 'Cause you know me in the way that you do But I have nothing to awake my sense There is nothing in the way of truth 'Til you bludgeon my ears with your silence And I cut you in the way that I do But I'm ready to lie now On my back by the tower of London And stare into the Sun But I know you So I'll just say it in my native tongue God, you know you're the one I imagined Yeah, the first and the last on my list There's still time, we can fix what is broken If you still want it well, hey, here it is From my thoughts to my lips with a vengeance From my lips spilling out on the street But in the light of your only admission Are you still perfect and kind as it is? So much more since I've been away Or has your heart been in a state of sleep? 'Til you commandeered out starship rebellion And you crashed it right here at my feet But I'm ready to lie now With my head face down in the water And breathe until I'm dead But I know you And I won't drown cause you're holding my breath God, you know you're the one I imagined Yeah, the first and the last on my list There's still time, we can fix what is broken If you still want it well, hey, here it is Some are blind Some are bad, some are poor, some are kind Some are dead and some only alive But I made it my job to behold you And build a statue to you in these lines At a moment you were dead asleep Men came to take you somewhere else Though they told me that they'd tell you I loved you I said "fuck you" and "I'll tell her myself" I said "fuck you" and "I'll tell her myself" I said "fuck you" and "I'll tell her myself" I said "fuck you" and "I'll tell her myself" I said "fuck you" and "I'll tell her myself" I said "fuck you" and "I'll tell her myself" I said "fuck you" and "I'll tell her myself" I said "fuck you" and "I'll tell her myself" I said "fuck you, I'll tell her myself"

Caught you lookin' past my shoulder Gonna tell you in my native tongue But if the wrist does a twist The you'll know that the wicked eat their young People scratchin' just to taste it Like they don't know right from wrong But this place has a taste And the flavors live the barrel of a gun Standin in the sun-soaked streets In the land of perfect teeth Hate to say I told you so With such sincerity Someone take me home Cut me through the clouds Back to Leesburg I found out I'm a sentimental dog who comes around But don't belong I miss my native tongue Someone take me home Cut me through the clouds Back to Leesburg I found out I'm a sentimental dog who comes around But don't belong I miss my native tongue You're so desperate to impress us Raise your finger take a call Felt so hip in your kicks Couldn't wait to let me know how much they cost Act like you're so far above it Guess that I should bite my tongue To be fair we don't share much at all Except the air inside our lungs Standin' in the sun-soaked streets In the land of perfect teeth Hate to say I told you so With such sincerity Someone take me home Cut me through the clouds Back to Leesburg I found out I'm a sentimental dog who comes around But don't belong I miss my native tongue Someone take me home Cut me through the clouds Back to Leesburg I found out I'm a sentimental dog who comes around But don't belong I miss my native tongue