Gerard Saint - Mother Tongue lyrics

The city stays high all night Lit up and shimmered like a pinball table of fire flies An echo of home on the edge of life Shot through the veins of an angel and the devil in exile But if you have forgotten your precious mother tongue What do you think your mother would say of what you've done And if you 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 Digging those with the cards and the sugar lines And to the desert of the cinnamon hells of moonshine He said, "What can I do to make you mine?" Kiss out the twang through 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 you 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 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 you can't remember the place you call a home Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone But if you have forgotten your precious mother tongue What do you think your mother would say of what you've done And if you can't remember the place you call a home Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone