Sand Witches

Say it [?]
Say it, say it
Say it a little closer
Say it a little more clear
Mother tongue
It's on your
Mother’s tongue
Creeping toward
The edge of it
On your mother's tongue
I don't recognize you anymore
I don’t know what you've become
[?] the bulding's tall
And I feel the sense, the sense of it all
You're lost on me now
And the beautiful rivers of old
Don't run with blood and the tears [?]

I don't like what I've seen
I don't like what you’ve become

And hiding away from [?]
Keeping your hands warm
The truth of it all
That’s the truth of it all
I don't like what you’ve become
I don't like what you've begun to pedal
The words of the devil
[?]
Would like [?]
And our bodies leave no trace
[?]
Thin wisps of smoke to do your bidding
Who are you kidding?

Say it
Say it a little closer
Say it a little clearer
In your mother tongue
It's on your mother’s tongue
Creeping toward
The edge of it all
On your mother's tognue
On the mother tongue

I don't know what you've become
You're not what you used to be
And I don't like what I see
And the walls are thin and the buldings tall
I feel the sense, the sense of it all
And you're lost on me now
You're lost to me now