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there is a language only we speak
and it sounds a little bit like choking, like screaming

there are a thousand words for all of the things
no other language will let us say
no other person will let us say
there are words for damning convention and
dying for each other and living for each other
and that feeling you get when you went to hell
for the only person worth the trouble and then hell went to you
set up camp in your rib cage like you were built
only to house it's screaming

there is a language only we speak
and no one else will learn it, no one else will try
no one else will be able to
we will whisper to each other in the darkness
down phone lines and against each other's skin
and it sounds a little bit like choking
like the breath you pull in before diving down deep
like everything you wouldn't otherwise say

and we have a thousand words for love
and almost all of them sound like brother
sound like dying for each other, living for each other
sound like for each other

there is a language only we speak
there is a language we only speak for each other
and it sounds a little bit like breathless laughter
like near escapes, like screaming at the sky
there are words for hopelessness that do not sound hopeless
and there are words for childhood that do not sound nostalgic
and there are words for love that sound an awful lot
like co-dependence and brother and for each other

there is a language only we speak and it is the only language
with words that can accurately describe hell
what it feels like when hell has set up camp in your rib cage
when hell has settled comfortably just underneath your skin
i have settled comfortably just underneath his skin
and he has set up camp in my rib cage
so there is no room for hell, only each other
and so we have some kind of permanent reminder of each other

there is a language only we speak
we whisper to each other in the darkness and wait out the storm
and it sounds a little bit like thunder, like choking
like the breath you pull in desperately before diving down deep,
like breathless laughter, and we have a thousand words for love
and they all sound a little bit like brother
there is a language we only speak for each other

Description
there is a language only we speak
and it sounds a little bit like choking, like screaming

there are a thousand words for all of the things
no other language will let us say
no other person will let us say
there are words for damning convention and
dying for each other and living for each other
and that feeling you get when you went to hell
for the only person worth the trouble and then hell went to you
set up camp in your rib cage like you were built
only to house it's screaming

there is a language only we speak
and no one else will learn it, no one else will try
no one else will be able to
we will whisper to each other in the darkness
down phone lines and against each other's skin
and it sounds a little bit like choking
like the breath you pull in before diving down deep
like everything you wouldn't otherwise say

and we have a thousand words for love
and almost all of them sound like brother
sound like dying for each other, living for each other
sound like for each other

there is a language only we speak
there is a language we only speak for each other
and it sounds a little bit like breathless laughter
like near escapes, like screaming at the sky
there are words for hopelessness that do not sound hopeless
and there are words for childhood that do not sound nostalgic
and there are words for love that sound an awful lot
like co-dependence and brother and for each other

there is a language only we speak and it is the only language
with words that can accurately describe hell
what it feels like when hell has set up camp in your rib cage
when hell has settled comfortably just underneath your skin
i have settled comfortably just underneath his skin
and he has set up camp in my rib cage
so there is no room for hell, only each other
and so we have some kind of permanent reminder of each other

there is a language only we speak
we whisper to each other in the darkness and wait out the storm
and it sounds a little bit like thunder, like choking
like the breath you pull in desperately before diving down deep,
like breathless laughter, and we have a thousand words for love
and they all sound a little bit like brother
there is a language we only speak for each other