Forgotten eyes are the ones which we lose Forgotten hands are the ones which we choose To let go of, but it is no less a bruise On the collective arm keeping us high and gone Forgotten dance is the one left at birth Forgotten plants in the fossils of earth And they've long passed but they are no less the dirt Of the common soil keeping us dry and warm
The wound has no direction Everybody needs a home and deserves protection, hmm-mm
Hollow-eyed on Eddie street no sirens to hear Just trash and soiled needles clawing the veneer And no crying but it is no less a tear On the common cheek with which we smile Hollow-eyed on Eddie, is it they or is it I Is it me who is more hollow as I'm quickly passing by? And the poison is killing them, but then so am I As I turn away
The wound has no direction Everybody needs a home and deserves protection, hmm mm
Forgotten tongue is the language of love Forgotten tongue is the language of love Forgotten tongue is the language of love Forgotten tongue