Paroles: Neil Finn. Loose Tongue.
Remember my loose tongue
Forget what I just said
I'd crawl over broken glass
If we could start again
Before our plans were made
When the world was young
The house is falling down
Because of my loose tongue
Shouldn't say so much
Talk so loud
No sooner on your lips
It's all over town
In all our given days
How many gone to waste
A good man has been hung
Because of my loose tongue
Your skin is changing its hue
Your guard is coming down fast
Looks like someone I knew
Uncovered happiness at last, yeah
And all the wagging tongues
Too much information
In the future now
Under massive doubt
The papers on the street
Get trampled under feet
And they settled for a princely sum
You know, know, know
Goodwill is coming down
When it rains your well is full, yeah
Well, you shouldn't ask me, you shouldn't ask me
You want the real story, you shouldn't ask me
You better find someone else to get the house key
You know the pressure on his personal life
You know the man's walking on the edge of a knife
The tails keep growing and nose keeps growing
And after sometime you forget what you know
How a fleeting container, a psycho sycophant
It's feeling like a kid shouting tin can
Got the poor man nailed to the floor
And that's not nothing you wanted a bit more, yeah
He's only halfway through his life
He's only used up all this time
Forget what I just said
I'd crawl over broken glass
If we could start again
Before our plans were made
When the world was young
The house is falling down
Because of my loose tongue
Shouldn't say so much
Talk so loud
No sooner on your lips
It's all over town
In all our given days
How many gone to waste
A good man has been hung
Because of my loose tongue
Your skin is changing its hue
Your guard is coming down fast
Looks like someone I knew
Uncovered happiness at last, yeah
And all the wagging tongues
Too much information
In the future now
Under massive doubt
The papers on the street
Get trampled under feet
And they settled for a princely sum
You know, know, know
Goodwill is coming down
When it rains your well is full, yeah
Well, you shouldn't ask me, you shouldn't ask me
You want the real story, you shouldn't ask me
You better find someone else to get the house key
You know the pressure on his personal life
You know the man's walking on the edge of a knife
The tails keep growing and nose keeps growing
And after sometime you forget what you know
How a fleeting container, a psycho sycophant
It's feeling like a kid shouting tin can
Got the poor man nailed to the floor
And that's not nothing you wanted a bit more, yeah
He's only halfway through his life
He's only used up all this time
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