We Both Know Its True by Material Girl Lyrics
[Part I]
[Verse 1: Material Girl]
Trust is a weapon
When the floodgates open
At the point where hope is
We both know it's true
Stupid girl talks too much
Stupid boy doesn't talk enough
I feel it in the clutch
We both know it's true
You'll have to pardon me
I think I felt it then
I felt a tremble for a second and
We both know it's true
[Pre-Chorus: Material Girl]
Nobody ever told you that, things fall apart
Nobody ever told you that, things fall apart
[Chorus: City Light Mosaic]
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
[Verse 2: City Light Mosaic]
My corpse is rotting away
I can't feel anything
Part of me wants you to stay
Part of me disintegrates
I melt like you want me to
You inspired a ballad
Of a melting palace
It may be in our best interest
But so many what-ifs are still present
I don't know what to make of myself
If this can't work nothing else will
[Part II - Instrumental]
[Part III]
[City Light Mosaic]
These are my vocal cords
With their every strain
And reverberation
I feel my soul speak
In a thousand tongues
[Krullebol]
This is my saxophone
I have to come to learn that it
Breathes through reeds
In its brass exoskeleton
And flexes its muscles
In its tender keys
[Naaki Soul]
This is my guitar
The home
The body
Where the notes and their shadows
Scrape together, shivering
[Verse 1: Material Girl]
Trust is a weapon
When the floodgates open
At the point where hope is
We both know it's true
Stupid girl talks too much
Stupid boy doesn't talk enough
I feel it in the clutch
We both know it's true
You'll have to pardon me
I think I felt it then
I felt a tremble for a second and
We both know it's true
[Pre-Chorus: Material Girl]
Nobody ever told you that, things fall apart
Nobody ever told you that, things fall apart
[Chorus: City Light Mosaic]
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
[Verse 2: City Light Mosaic]
My corpse is rotting away
I can't feel anything
Part of me wants you to stay
Part of me disintegrates
I melt like you want me to
You inspired a ballad
Of a melting palace
It may be in our best interest
But so many what-ifs are still present
I don't know what to make of myself
If this can't work nothing else will
[Part II - Instrumental]
[Part III]
[City Light Mosaic]
These are my vocal cords
With their every strain
And reverberation
I feel my soul speak
In a thousand tongues
[Krullebol]
This is my saxophone
I have to come to learn that it
Breathes through reeds
In its brass exoskeleton
And flexes its muscles
In its tender keys
[Naaki Soul]
This is my guitar
The home
The body
Where the notes and their shadows
Scrape together, shivering