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There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world just how we feel
No bridge of thought
No mental link
No letting out just what you think
There is no language in our lungs
There is no muscle in our tongues
To tell the world what's in our hearts
No we're leaving nothing
Just chiselled stones
No chance to speak before we're bones
There is no muscle in our tongues
I thought i had the whole world in my mouth
I thought i could say what i wanted to say
For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
I could slay any problem that would stand in my way
I felt just like a crusader
Lionheart, a holy land invader
But nobody can say what they really mean to say and
The impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and
I would have made this instrumental
But the words got in the way
There is no language in our...
There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world what's in our hearts
No we're leaving nothing behind
Just chiselled stones
No chance to speak before we're bones
There is no language in our lungs.

Towers of london
When they had built you
Did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of london
When they had built you
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell

Pavements of gold leading to the underground
Grenadier guardsmen walking pretty ladies around
Fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound
Spikes in the rails to their very own heaven

Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high
Merchants from stepney walking pretty ladies by
Rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry
For the bridge that doesn't go
In the direction of dublin

And i've seen it in a painting
And i've seen it in engraving
And i've seen it in their faces
Clear as children's chalk lines on the paving

Towers of london
La la londinium.

Living through another cuba
It's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle
While war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle

Russia and america are at each other's throats
But don't you cry
Just on your knees and pray, and while you're
Down there, kiss your arse goodbye

We're the bulldog on the fence
While others play their tennis overhead
It's hardly love all and somebody might
Wind up red or dead
Pour some oil on the water quick
It doesn't really matter where from
He love me, he loves me not
He's pulling fins from an atom bomb

This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so
If they're not careful your watch won't be the
Only thing with a radioactive glow
I'll stick my fingers in my ears
And hope they make it up before too late
If we get through this lot alright
They're due for replay, 1998

We're only making plans for nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand
And if young nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
We're only making plans for nigel
He has his future in a british steel
We're only making plans for nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed
And if young nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak
And loves to be spoken to
Nigel is happy in his work
We're only making plans for nigel

Are you receiving me?
You are deceiving me i know, see i know

When we're out walking
Your mouth ain't where it's supposed to do the talking
When we're in kissing
Your lips are missing, are they out on loan to someone else
Are you listening?

I put it in a letter, what could be better?
I put it in a note, one night i wrote
I put it in a telegram, just like the son of sam
Babe there's something missing
Your tv's just hissing

Never seen her glowing
All that bright she's throwing
Like some aurora
From her head it's growing
Reaching to the ground and all around
Like a navajo blanket

Never heard her singing
Now she's gently ringing
Like copper wind chimes
What on earth is bringing up this stream
The cat who got the cream is licking her lips
And smiling like her cheshire cousin
She claims she's found a way to make her own light
All you do is smile, you banish the night

She says she's burning with optimism's flames, away away
She says she's burning up all her guilts and shames, away away
She says she's burning with optimism's flames, away away
She says she's burning up

Now you see i'm smiling
Back to juvenile'ing
I learnt her lesson
In like flint and styling
All the world is neatly curled around my littlest finger

I can't stop this grinning
So assume i'm winning
Threw pessimism
In the air it's spinning
Crashing to the floor and nevermore
Will it lure me away with sweets
And shiny things just like a magpie

Now every bird and bee just fuel the fire for me
Now every closing door just fans the flames some more

(now i'm thinking okay)
(i'm turning night into day)