Lyrics

It got so cold
in the Florida cross-winds
I can't stand him, no
recognize my flaws and all my tropes

you do not
understand my language
you don't speak my tongue
I can't stand him
I should walk you home

you moved out the old apartment and took your old dancing shoes with you
I watched in horror as your face turned from technicolor
and your colors turned to greyscale

you do not
understand my language
or speak my tongue

you do not
understand my language
or speak my tongue

SPEAK. MY. FUCKING. TONGUE.

you do not
understand my language
or speak my tongue

SPEAK MY TONGUE