You see me on the other side of a cracked screen
Ripped jeans and bleeding
With the suntan from the TV
Just in my mother tongue
The static is a language and I start to understand it
Talks in your mother tongue, ah
You wonder if your life was automatic
Programmed by your mother tongue (ooh la-la-la, ooh la-la-la)
(Ooh la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
But that's not really me
Denial is a pretty thing
Live beyond the mercury
I watch you in
Sincerely, I have always had this vanity inside me
Frightening to externalize, ah
Lovely as you are, helpless as a baby
Pray to your mother tongue (ooh la-la-la, ooh la-la-la)
Romancing your mother tongue (ooh la-la-la, ooh la-la-la)
Dancing with your mother tongue (ooh la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
But that cannot be me
Denial is a precious thing
Born again from what you breed
I watch you fade
Make me sleek and clean
Feel my touchscreen
Feed me batteries
Eat my memory
Make me sleek and clean
Feel my touchscreen
Feed me batteries
Eat my memory
