作词 : Partridge
 There is no language in our lungs
 to tell the world just how we feel
 no bridge of thought
 no mental link
 no letting out just what you think
 there is no language in our lungs
 there is no muscle in our tongues
 to tell the world what's in our hearts
 no we're leaving nothing
 just chiselled stones
 no chance to speak before we're bones
 there is no muscle in our tongues
 I thought I had the whole world in my mouth
 I thought I could say what I wanted to say
 For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
 I could slay any problem that would stand in my way
 I felt just like a crusader
 lionheart, a holy land invader
 but nobody can say what they really mean to say and
 the impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and
 I would have made this instrumental
 but the words got in the way
 there is no language in our...
 there is no language in our lungs
 to tell the world what's in our hearts
 no we're leaving nothing behind
 just chiselled stones
 no chance to speak before we're bones
 there is no language in our lungs.