| Song | Tongue Behind My Teeth |
| Artist | The Staves |
| Album | Dead & Born & Grown |
| I know where you’re going | |
| And I see where you’ve been | |
| Patience is a virtue | |
| And mine with you is wearing thin | |
| It’s easy to sit and wait | |
| Speak with words you’ve stolen | |
| From better men than you | |
| Doors they helped you open | |
| In time will cease to let you through | |
| Is it easy to stand and sigh? | |
| Bid another friend goodbye | |
| Oh | |
| Oh | |
| Oh | |
| Oh | |
| Lights can shine too bright, dear, | |
| nobody can see | |
| Hide safe behind your light, dear, | |
| But understand it won’t blind me | |
| And I know it would do no good, | |
| But I’d hurt you if I could | |
| Oh, | |
| See my eyes, | |
| Oh, | |
| Open wide, | |
| Oh, | |
| Speak up now, | |
| Oh, | |
| Or hold your peace forever and be done | |
| Eyes down, door closed | |
| Keep quiet, growing old | |
| I know you, I see you | |
| Cling to, the road you ride on | |
| Homeless, more or less | |
| Skin and bone, on your own | |
| I’ll be alright, I’m doing fine | |
| Keep my tongue behind my | |
| Teeth and, get gone | |
| You never were anyone | |
| Keep your words, keep your mind | |
| I’ll keep my tongue behind my teeth | |
| Tongue behind my teeth | |
| And I know it would do no good, | |
| But I’d hurt you if I could | |
| Oh |
| I know where you' re going | |
| And I see where you' ve been | |
| Patience is a virtue | |
| And mine with you is wearing thin | |
| It' s easy to sit and wait | |
| Speak with words you' ve stolen | |
| From better men than you | |
| Doors they helped you open | |
| In time will cease to let you through | |
| Is it easy to stand and sigh? | |
| Bid another friend goodbye | |
| Oh | |
| Oh | |
| Oh | |
| Oh | |
| Lights can shine too bright, dear, | |
| nobody can see | |
| Hide safe behind your light, dear, | |
| But understand it won' t blind me | |
| And I know it would do no good, | |
| But I' d hurt you if I could | |
| Oh, | |
| See my eyes, | |
| Oh, | |
| Open wide, | |
| Oh, | |
| Speak up now, | |
| Oh, | |
| Or hold your peace forever and be done | |
| Eyes down, door closed | |
| Keep quiet, growing old | |
| I know you, I see you | |
| Cling to, the road you ride on | |
| Homeless, more or less | |
| Skin and bone, on your own | |
| I' ll be alright, I' m doing fine | |
| Keep my tongue behind my | |
| Teeth and, get gone | |
| You never were anyone | |
| Keep your words, keep your mind | |
| I' ll keep my tongue behind my teeth | |
| Tongue behind my teeth | |
| And I know it would do no good, | |
| But I' d hurt you if I could | |
| Oh |