There is no language in our lungs
  to tell the world just how we feel
  no bridge of thought
  no mental link
  no letting out just what you think
  there is no language in our lungs
  there is no muscle in our tongues
  to tell the world what's in our hearts
  no we're leaving nothing
  just chiselled stones
  no chance to speak before we're bones
  there is no muscle in our tongues
  I thought I had the whole world in my mouth
  I thought I could say what I wanted to say
  For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
  I could slay any problem that would stand in my way
  I felt just like a crusader
  lionheart, a holy land invader
  but nobody can say what they really mean to say and
  the impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and
  I would have made this instrumental
  but the words got in the way
  there is no language in our...
  there is no language in our lungs
  to tell the world what's in our hearts
  no we're leaving nothing behind
  just chiselled stones
  no chance to speak before we're bones
  there is no language in our lungs.