I was born with words on my tongue

We live fast and we expect to die young

And on the nights

With no movement or sound

I hold a pen

I write my world down

I write your name

I write my world down

What a game!

Oh, this game that we play

In the air

Are the words we don't say

In your smile

Everything's said

And I will write

Write your name till I'm dead

When we die we'll still be so young

I will die with words on my tongue