The city stays high, all night
Lit up and shivering
Like a pinball table of fireflies
An echo of home, on the edge of life
Shot through the veins of an angel
I'm a devil in exile

But if you have forgotten
Your precious mother tongue
What do you think your mother
Would say of what you've done?
And if you can't remember the place
You call a home, or having trouble placing
Who's calling on the phone

Who's calling on the phone

Dip the nose of the car to the sugar lines
Out to the desert
Under cinnamon hills and moonshine
He said 'what can I do to make you mine?'
Kiss out the twang from my lips
On the way to big-time

But if you have forgotten
Your precious mother tongue
What do you think your mother
Would say of what you've done?
And if you can't remember the place
You call a home, or having trouble placing
Who's calling on the phone

Who's calling on the phone

Forgot your mother tongue
Forgot your mother tongue
Forgot your mother tongue
Forgot your mother tongue

But if you have forgotten
Your precious mother tongue
What do you think your mother
Would say of what you've done?
And if you can't remember the place
You call a home, or having trouble placing
Who's calling on the phone

But if you have forgotten
Your precious mother tongue
What do you think your mother
Would say of what you've done?
And if you can't remember the place
You call a home, or having trouble placing
Who's calling on the phone Writer/s: CHARLES CAVE, HARRY MCVEIGH, JACK BROWN
Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
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