She speaks in rhymes,
she speaks in tongues,
she speaks to me.
She is the naught,
I am the one,
we are the three.
We met on sunday,
lost the sunset,
in the breeze.
She taught me that,
there is no truth,
and were all free.
she speaks in tongues,
she speaks to me.
She is the naught,
I am the one,
we are the three.
We met on sunday,
lost the sunset,
in the breeze.
She taught me that,
there is no truth,
and were all free.