I'm trapped in words   Held hostage by my friends   Tripped up by meaning   Taking a road just to get to it's end      Tongue tied   It's killing me   I want to see things for the first time   Show you things that are brighter, darker, sharper, softer      But I'm struck dumb and dead   Thoughts like paper over fire   There's a hole in my world   That makes me talk like a liar      Over there I see a fist fight   A woman in a care full of toys, smokes a cigarette   Conversations twist and turn   I get the feeling I am learning more than ever before   This is the first time      Tongue tied   It's killing me