In Words (Commentary)

歌詞

If we were all born With a pylon between our eyes Would we notice the grass? Through metal bars and siren cries? I'm running on highways And dust But I've never been home Well I know I must I am a mouth That built the hand that gave me life And I'll kiss her (?) Suck from metal teeth my fertile wife Cause I'm having some trouble Thinking straight To put it in words I hate to put it in words To long for the light A fickle wish, a fleeting wing But she won't be caught Tethered down and forced to sing Cause I'm having some trouble Seeing clear And I'll never get home I fear And I must be left For a little while to walk my road The ways back are shut now And I'll be left to tread alone I want to go home