From the shoreline of the Baltic Sea

This town fans out with cobblestone

And every person on those streets

Is walking with their head turned down

They scurry past cathedral bones

Born in the thirteenth century

It's quite a history to behold

Oh but it's not where I want to be



'Cause You

Oh you speak my language

The early days were blind and pure

Just splashing in the shallow end

By the time we looked back to the shore

We had drifted where it's hard to swim

But I heard a song there in the deep

Rise from your paper and your pen

A song that I'd heard others sing

Oh but this time I could understand



'Cause you

Oh you speak my language

Step back on familiar ground

I see you waiting at the curb

And there are stories that your eyes are telling

But you don't have to say a word



'Cause you

Oh you speak my language

You

Oh you speak my language