I don’t understand a thing you’re saying
When you speak in your father’s tongue
What I know here as I’m laying
Is that I love the sun (x3)
When it’s rising behind you

Night birds speak in broken rhythm
And offer up to us a prayer
Floating somewhere in the middle
Of this cold, cold air (x3)
That hangs behind you

You’re spouting off about the reasons
You think I came home too soon
Even through all these wounded feelings
I love the moon (x3)
As it’s climbing behind you

behind you
january 21, 2005