She Speaks the Language

If you’d tell me it’s real

I can make an appeal

To the controlling fragile child.

Let me speak. He won’t make sense

Until we reach the consequence.

It’s voluntary like your smile,

As he quakes.

Now I know

This must be love.

Now I know

Now I know

This, this must be love.

Now I know

This must be love.

This must be love.

Oh.

When you dared me to feel,

When I made that appeal

To the incorrigible child

You stuffed his mouth with dirty rags

And tied his head within a bag

Pitch black and silken like your smile.

He’s silent…

Now I know

This must be love.

Now I know (oh)

Now I know

This, this must be love.

Now I know

Little drops upon my cuffs

(Little drops upon my cuffs)

Let me know this must be love.

Red, red, drops upon my cuffs

(Red, red, drops upon my cuffs)

Let me know this must be love.

Now I know this must be...

This must be love

Now I know

This must be love.

Now I know (oh)

Now I know

This, this must be love.

Now I know

This must be love.

Little drops upon my cuffs

(Little drops upon my cuffs)

This must be love.

Let me know this must be love.

This must be love.

Red, red, drops upon my cuffs

(Red, red, drops upon my cuffs)

This must be love.

Let me know this must be love.

Now I know this must be...

This must be love