She Speaks The Language - AFI

If you’d tell me it’s real

I can make an appeal

To the controlling fragile child

Let me speak.

He won’t make sense

Until we reach the consequence

It’s voluntary like your smile

As he quakes

Now I know

This must be love

Now I know

Now I know

This, this must be love

Now I know

This must be love

This must be love

Oh

When you dared me to feel

When I made that appeal

To the incorrigible child

You stuffed his mouth with dirty rags

And tied his head within a bag

Pitch black and silken like your smile

He’s silent…

Now I know

This must be love

Now I know (oh)

Now I know

This, this must be love

Now I know

Little drops upon my cuffs

(Little drops upon my cuffs)

Let me know this must be love

Red, red, drops upon my cuffs

(Red, red, drops upon my cuffs)

Let me know this must be love

Now I know this must be…

This must be love

Now I know

This must be love

Now I know (oh)

Now I know

This, this must be love

Now I know

This must be love

Little drops upon my cuffs

(Little drops upon my cuffs)

This must be love

Let me know this must be love

This must be love

Red, red, drops upon my cuffs

(Red, red, drops upon my cuffs)

This must be love

Let me know this must be love

Now I know this must be…

This must be love