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You speak in colors I have never seen
I answer in a language in-between
You call it logic, I call it a maze
You see the patterns, I see the phase
You measure distance in the miles you know
I mark the border with a different row
You ask for reasons, I provide the sound
You call it shallow, I call it profound
Your certainty is warm, mine is cold
But cold to you is what I call controlled
We share the air, we speak the same, that's all
Yet every phrase erects a different wall
Maybe I'm wrong to think that we share the same tongue
Maybe the distance was built before we were young
But I keep building bridges out of sound
And every one of them gets torn down
Two languages, one sound
Two separate ways to say the same thing
I state my case, you feel attacked
You state your case, I feel the crack
One roof, two lanes
Your gentle breeze, my hurricane
We both keep talking, building on the sand
But every castle lands on different hands
No bridges
The more you speak, the less the sentence means
Your punctuation splits at all the seams
You drop a comma where I need a pause
I read a warning into every clause
Your exclamation is a siren's wail
I hear a question that is pale and frail
You underline the words that make it clear
I cross them out because they sound like fear
You say the story has a perfect end
I see a cliff where every line must bend
We circle round the same unbroken page
One wants to write, the other wants to cage
Maybe the phrase I chose was always somehow wrong
Maybe your listening was never made for my song
I keep on sending out frequency and static
A message that is purely automatic
Two languages, one sound
Two separate ways to say the same thing
You read the silence as a truce
I read the silence as a noose
One shot, two aims
You play the game, I count the names
You wave the flag, I see the stains
The victory just sharpens both our pains
No truth
