Mother Tongue

The city stays high, all night Lit up and shivering Like a pinball table of fireflies An echo of home, on the edge of life Shot through the veins of an angel I'm a devil in exile 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... Dip the nose of the car to the sugar lines Out to the desert Under cinnamon hills and moonshine He said 'what can I do to make you mine?' Kiss out the twang from my lips On the way to 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