Song Description
A melancholy love song.
| Song Length |
4:12 |
Genre |
Pop - General, Country - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant |
Subject |
General |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
I get tired, I get wise to his changes
I go wild, I'm so blind to his rages
I accept he speaks with a different language
I just wish he'd speak my language sometimes
There's a chill in the air tonight
The birds they take flight
While neighbours play their games of chance and love
And still they fight
I accept he speaks with a different accent
I just wish he'd speak my language sometimes
How beautiful he'd be
How beautiful he'd be
How beautiful he'd be
If he'd just speak my language
All the roads are blocked by snow
The going's getting tough
All the faces are ghosts to me
They're powder, chalk and dust
I accept he speaks with a different accent
I just wish he'd speak my language sometimes
How beautiful he'd be
How beautiful he'd be
How beautiful he'd be
If he'd just speak my language
We listen to the weather
But the door is firmly shut
We waiting for the spring to come
But springtime's not enough
I accept he speaks with a different accent
I just wish he'd speak my language sometimes