Dead Language of Love
Is there a question about it? Do you feel sentimental yet?
What are you communicating and please can you tell me that?
I got seduced by a preacher, I was blind, but now I can see
I'm going to show those bastards
The same respect that they are showing me, yeah
If we spend our whole lives bending
What do you think that we will get?
What are you trying so hard to understand?
Aren't these structures obvious yet?
Yeah, if we are so righteous, where's the action to our concern?
Do you think the moral light guides us
Will the same make the powers turn?
I got seduced by an impulse, I got a bigger need to feel
Your definition of love, baby, it doesn't satisfy music
If we spend our whole lives bending
What do you think that we'll get?
What are you trying so hard to understand?
Aren't these structures obvious yet?
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love, love
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love, love
Hey, I, hey, I, don't mind
Breaking Starbucks windows 'cause it is no fun
No way you rob them, babe, just go
Hey, I, hey, I, can I envision more radical times
Not more just waiting around
Hey, I, hey, I, oh, yeah
What are you communicating and please can you tell me that?
I got seduced by a preacher, I was blind, but now I can see
I'm going to show those bastards
The same respect that they are showing me, yeah
If we spend our whole lives bending
What do you think that we will get?
What are you trying so hard to understand?
Aren't these structures obvious yet?
Yeah, if we are so righteous, where's the action to our concern?
Do you think the moral light guides us
Will the same make the powers turn?
I got seduced by an impulse, I got a bigger need to feel
Your definition of love, baby, it doesn't satisfy music
If we spend our whole lives bending
What do you think that we'll get?
What are you trying so hard to understand?
Aren't these structures obvious yet?
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love, love
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love, love
Hey, I, hey, I, don't mind
Breaking Starbucks windows 'cause it is no fun
No way you rob them, babe, just go
Hey, I, hey, I, can I envision more radical times
Not more just waiting around
Hey, I, hey, I, oh, yeah
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Writer(s): Sara Almgren, Lars Stromberg, Inge Johnasson, Ludvig Dahlberg, Dennis Lyxzen
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