The Future Language Of Slaves Lyrics by Hawksley Workman

The Future Language Of Slaves Lyrics

    Come over here
    Whisper into my ear
    Don't waste your breath
    On anyone else
    But me.

    And warm
    Your body in bed
    Let us wake up and talk a while
    I tell you i'm scared
    I tell you I'd fight for
    Us both
    But you come from the town
    Where ghandi was born
    And you say I always talk tough
    When I get drunk
    So why don't we pray
    Whispering the
    Future language of slaves

    I should rejoice
    Maybe give voice to a song
    For what brought me here to your arms
    Into our painfully true love
    And god maybe close
    God only knows
    Really to say.
    And what would we do in our last moments
    In time.
    Would we make love
    Or make haste to a mobile phone
    Or would we break bread
    Drink the blood that is shed
    And pray to our god
    Whispering the
    Future language of slaves

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