I'm trapped in words Held hostage by my friends Tripped up by meaning Taking a road just to get to it's end Tounge tied It's killing me I want to see things for the first time Show you things that are brighter, darker, sharper, softer But I'm struck dumb and dead Thoughts like paper over fire There's a hole in my world That makes me talk like a liar Over there I see a fist fight A woman in a care full of toys smokes a cigarette Conversations twist and turn I get the feeling I am learning more than ever before This is the first time Tounge tied It's killing me