Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mute, artist - Radical Face.
Date of issue: 21.10.2013
Song language: English
The Mute |
Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my head |
I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead |
And they thought me broken, that my tongue was coated lead |
But I just couldn’t make my words make sense to them |
If you only listen with your ears… I can’t get in |
And I spent my evenings pulling stars out of the sky |
And I’d arrange them on the lawn where I would lie |
And in the wind I’d taste the dreams of distant lives |
And I would dress myself up in them through the night |
While my folks would sleep in separate beds… and wonder why |
And through them days I was a ghost atop my chair |
My dad considered me a cross he had to bear |
And in my head I’d sing apologies and stare |
As my mom would hang the clothes across the line |
And she would try to keep the empty… from her eyes |
So, then one afternoon I dressed myself alone |
I packed my pillowcase with everything I owned |
And in my head I said «goodbye,» then I was gone |
And I set out on the heels of the unknown |
So my folks could have a new life of their own |
And that maybe I could find someone |
Who could hear the only words that I’d known |
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh |
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh |
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh |
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh |