And I cannot understand How you've been freed from everything that I've been through And you know that everyone, and everything, has something to say, something to say Every time you hold your tongue a new flower grows But in the end what's the use I can't take my own advice And you always talk too much and I read the letters that you wrote to me And if I knew after all that time none of your words would get through to me I'm a frog, and I've been gone for so long I belong to everyone else It's not a good feeling knowing that it's all turning gray Running out of things that you can say Every time you hold your tongue a new flower grows But in the end what's the use I can't take my own advice And you always talk too much and I read the letters that you wrote to me And if I knew after all that time none of your words would get through to me I'm a frog, and I've been gone for so long I belong to everyone else And you always talk too much and I read the letters that you wrote to me And if I knew after all that time none of your words would get through to me I'm a frog, and I've been gone for so long I belong to everyone else