Woorden: Damien Rice. Under The Tongue.

What are we doing here?
Why have we come?
Did we come for communion,
Under the tongue?
Theres a lot
Theres a lot
Theres a lot to unfold
In the dark
In the dark
Theres a lot we dont show
Your love leaves me cold
Your love leaves me cold
What are you doing here
Have you lost your way?
Have you come to move close, dear?
Have something to say?
Cause theres a lot
Theres a lot
Theres a lot thats untold
This is not
This is not
This is not yours to hold
Cause your love leaves me cold
Cause your love leaves me cold

Cause your love leaves me cold
Cause your love
What am I doing here?
Is it something Ive done?
If its time for confession,
Then bring out the nun.
Theres a lot
Theres a lot
Theres a lot I dont know
I forgot
I forgot
I forgot to let go, of your love
Dont leave me cold
Your love leaves me cold
Your love leaves me cold
Your love leaves me
Your love leaves me cold
Your love leaves me cold
Your love leaves me cold
Your love leaves me cold