Tongues

Maybe everything's alright

Maybe all the chairs are always spoken for

We got workers in the back

And the light is on their eyes

But the sadness in your face

Is beside you with a grin

And you've mistaken all the homes

And inspirations for the cage



How was I supposed to know

That we were never meant for this?

You're the reason we already know

And I believe you can call this weekend

"Mission: Success"

But there's a scratch across the lens



We cataloged all our fears that you treasured

And you hoped was here to stay

This is the cut of the director

And we got scenes out of our way

When there's a scratch across the lens

All is lost

Hey, wait...

Hey, wait...



We hold our breath as we pass everyone sleeping

We hold our breath as we pass everyone sleeping

We hold our breath as we pass everyone sleeping

We hold our breath as we pass everyone sleeping

We hold our breath

We hold our breath

We hold our breath