Come over here   Whisper into my ear   Don't waste your breath   On anyone else   But me.      And warm   Your body in bed   Let us wake up and talk a while   I tell you i'm scared   I tell you I'd fight for   Us both   But you come from the town   Where ghandi was born   And you say I always talk tough   When I get drunk   So why don't we pray   Whispering the   Future language of slaves      I should rejoice   Maybe give voice to a song   For what brought me here to your arms   Into our painfully true love   And god maybe close   God only knows   Really to say.   And what would we do in our last moments   In time.   Would we make love   Or make haste to a mobile phone   Or would we break bread   Drink the blood that is shed   And pray to our god   Whispering the   Future language of slaves