we met on seven hills of vocabulary 
fed by wolfmother's milk found in translation 
was the name of the game i'd drink the wine from your hand 
i'd wash the gold from your hair it'd be red 
i love you 
i'm so glad i got lost in your rooms in your novel 
it has been never been easier to find your tower in forest 
what's the language i sing what's the language i love in 
what's the language my thoughts use dead let it be dead 
wherever the [bad word] i have been considering here and foreign 
what do i see in the morning red let it be red 
you were the grapes and the spices of the ancient rome 
what's the latin word for sin it must be beautiful 
you were the bread and the games circus i [bad word] 
swing low sweet chariot 
i love you 
i'm so glad i got lost in your booze in your bottles 
it'll be always a pleasure to use you as the rigging of my balloon 
what's the language i sing what's the language i love in 
what's the language my thoughts use dead let it be dead 
wherever the [bad word] i have been considering here and foreign 
what do i see in the morning red let it be red