Tongues

There's a man speaking to me in tongues
I understand every word he says
And I'm floating now, down, down, down
And I'm looking about, trying to fix my gaze
I see a man at your door with no tongue
And he's pushing past you and he screams with his eyes
If you don't open for me, I'll break you down
I will take truth from you 'til you speak nothing but lies

So I lie for a while by that old olive tree
And Assisi is waking with the bells at my back
But the fruit turns to earth in my mouth
And I'm dying in leaves no step had trodden black

Now the tongues are speaking softly to me
And I wake from my dream as cold as the dead
And a voice in the dark says what did you see
I say lay your hand upon my forehead
She says she'd only have to take off her dress
And I'd stay tonight and bolt those heavy doors
I smile down at my drink and I look back out west
There's more to her than ever could be yours

Lay your hand upon my forehead
Lay your hand upon my forehead
Lay your hand upon my forehead
Lay your hand upon my forehead