mother tongue from recently - EP by liana flores

dudwayadududud etc

the street beneath my feet is paved with rows of gold
or so I'm told

the sky before my eyes is never colour grey
or so they say

I guess I've known the truth since I was pretty young
that I never knew my mother's mother tongue
I'll fake all of my words til they point out to me
the crowds of purple orchid flowers
I can't see

I'll play along with borrowed chords until they shine
they're still not mine
I'll breathe all of these postcards in until they land
still second-hand

she gave me half my bones and made me one my lungs
but the same cold air is filling both of them
meanwhile a crocodile points out whats left behind
the field of yellow daffodils you tried
but couldn't find

bahbahbahbahbahbhabfhbhabhbahbahba

I've known since I was pretty young I never knew my mother's mother tongue x3

I'm putting on a smile made out of plasticine
and looking clean

• Acoustic
• bossa nova
• folk
• London