The city stays hight all night
Lit up and shivering like a pinball table of fireflies
An echo of home, on the edge of life
Shot through the veins of an angel I'm a 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?
Dip the nose in the car to the sugar lines
Out to the desert under cinnamon hills and moonshine
He said: "what can I do to make you mine?"
Kiss out the twang from my lips on the way to 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?
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?
Who's calling on the phone?