I don’t speak your language, I’m more like a wall if walls could speak, oh they’d say nothing at all all that I hide, keep it hidden inside be a better lover, or be a better man try discover how to do the best we can today in Spanish class, we spoke about the perfect past always waiting on the corners, on the streets of our lives the light is always greener, on the other side in the silence of myself, I know you’ll understand I’m gonna break up the band I came to disappear, but somehow I’m still here I guess I should have gone much further away all past lovers come and gone but knowing there will always be another one