Language City - Wolf Parade

Language City is a bad old place

We all know

Where eyeballs float in space

We all know

We’re tired

We can’t sleep

It’s crowded here

None of us leave

Language City don’t mean a thing to me

Audiences, the same program is always on

I didn’t fail, it’s best to avoid the law

When your wife wakes up and sees

Shut the blinds and block out the street

Language City don’t mean a thing to me

All this working, just to tear it down

All this working, just to tear it down

Language City is a bad old place

We all know

Eyeballs float in space

We all know

We’re tired

We can’t sleep

It’s crowded here

None of us leave

Language City don’t mean a thing to me

I been here so long my heart is a parking lot

Hollow feet, rooted to the spot

But the fields are beyond belief

From the tower out to where I can see

Language City don’t mean a thing to me

All this working, just to tear it down

All this working, just to tear it down

And on the telephone, on the telephone, on the telephone

Somebody’s counting the hours

And in a paper room, in a paper room, in a paper room

Somebody’s counting the hours

And now I know it’s true, in a golden room, in a golden room

Somebody’s counting the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours

Oh the long bitter road

Let us down

Oh the ringing telephone

There’s no one around

We are not at home

We are not at home

We are not at home

We are not at home

We are not at home

We are not at home

We are not at home

We are not at home

We are not at home

We are not at home

We are not at home

We are not at home

Hang on the telephone

Hang on the telephone

Hang on the telephone

Hang on the telephone