White Lies - 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