Ming & Ping Code
you speak, you speak to me in code
you speak a string of ones and o’s
you stood just hoping that i’d know
these secret stories that you’ve sold
you speak, you speak to me in code
i ran to catch a falling knife
to read a sheet of black and white
i drown to reach the air above
i learn the taste of my own blood
you speak, you speak to me in code
you speak and wonder if i’d know
you hide the distance that i show
ignore the burning neon glow
you speak, you speak to me in code
i ran to catch a falling knife
to read a sheet of black and white
i drown to reach the air above
i learn the taste of my own blood
you speak, you speak to me in code
you speak, you speak to me in code…
i ran to catch a falling knife
to read a sheet of black and white
i drown to reach the air above
i learn the taste of my own blood
(and it was so loud, and it was so loud)
