Foreign Tongue
ALELA DIANE
That sidewalk is a river that I've fished dry
That sidewalk is a river that I fished dry
And now it's my heavy hand filling the brim
But it pulled me out of that realm
My coat of arms burns stronger still
Foreign tongue ties me here
Foreign tongue ties me here
So I hang my slips out with the words between the lines
Hang my slips out with the words between the lines
And bow my head to that year
Bow my head to those years
I'll never tip toe across my home ever again