Andy Gullahorn My Language
From the shoreline of the Baltic Sea
This town fans out with cobblestone
And every person on those streets
Is walking with their head turned down
They scurry past cathedral bones
Born in the thirteenth century
It's quite a history to behold
Oh but it's not where I want to be
'Cause You
Oh you speak my language
The early days were blind and pure
Just splashing in the shallow end
By the time we looked back to the shore
We had drifted where it's hard to swim
But I heard a song there in the deep
Rise from your paper and your pen
A song that I'd heard others sing
Oh but this time I could understand
'Cause you
Oh you speak my language
Step back on familiar ground
I see you waiting at the curb
And there are stories that your eyes are telling
But you don't have to say a word
'Cause you
Oh you speak my language
You
Oh you speak my language
