[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
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