Mother Tongue - Acoustic

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 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 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

But if you have forgotten your precious mother tongue
What do you think your mother would say of what you've done?
And if can't remember the place you call a home
Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone?