The Future Language Of Slaves Lyrics - Hawksley Workman

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 Gandhi 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