Speaking in Tongues

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

"Realizing you’re in love, in a real meaningful way. Realizing that home is actually the other person, realizing that you can no longer remember who you are as an individual or what life was like before this person came around, because you identify so strongly as part of this couple (“I can’t tell one from another. Did I find you, or you find me?”). He’s saying, I know that there was life before you, and before us, but I can’t quite remember and it feels like our love is unique, but I know that of all the other people in the world, we’re not the only ones to feel this way (“There was a time before we were born…”). But then I’ve given into love and this is where I see myself, with you, for the rest of my future (“this is where I’ll be”)". 

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It's okay, I know nothing's wrong, nothing

Hey, I got plenty of time
Hey, you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
Out of the passing of time
Never for money, always for love
Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight

Home is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be, where I'll be

Hey, we drift in and out
Hey, sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you'll love me 'til my heart stops
Love me 'til I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head
Ah ooh



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