Marika Hackman - In Words lyrics

If we were all born with a pylon between our eyes Would we notice the gra** Through metal bars and siren cries? I'm running on highways and dust I've never been home but I know I must If I am a mouth that bit the hand that gave me life Then I'll kiss a chord s** from melody, my fertile wife I'm having some trouble thinking straight To put it in words I hate to put it in words To long for the lark, a fickle wish, a fleeting wing But she won't be caught Tethered down, and forced to sing I'm having some trouble seeing clear I'll never get home I fear And I must be left, for a little while, to walk my road The ways back are shut now And I'll be left to tread alone I want to go home