I can never find the right words to say to you
So I just go through all the wrong ones, instead
And I'm hoping somewhere mixed into the middle
I will find the things that I have never said

If I learn another language, will I get it?
Will I find the things I wish that I could word?
If I spill my heart to you in language foreign,
Will you understand, or think I sound absurd?

When my tongue is split, I trip over my vocals
When I try to speak, I fall onto my face
And if I try to move my mouth in speaking motions,
My lips grow tight and stiffly stay in place