You see me on the other side of a cracked screen Ripped jeans and bleeding With the suntan from the TV Just in my mother tongue The static is a language and I start to understand it Talks in your mother tongue, ah You wonder if your life was automatic Programmed by your mother tongue (ooh la-la-la, ooh la-la-la) (Ooh la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) But that's not really me Denial is a pretty thing Live beyond the mercury I watch you in Sincerely, I have always had this vanity inside me Frightening to externalize, ah Lovely as you are, helpless as a baby Pray to your mother tongue (ooh la-la-la, ooh la-la-la) Romancing your mother tongue (ooh la-la-la, ooh la-la-la) Dancing with your mother tongue (ooh la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) But that cannot be me Denial is a precious thing Born again from what you breed I watch you fade Make me sleek and clean Feel my touchscreen Feed me batteries Eat my memory Make me sleek and clean Feel my touchscreen Feed me batteries Eat my memory