Mumbai Songtext
von Native Dancer

And if the world lost her name
Would she exist at all and
Is there enough space between the words?
Or is it a wondrous dream or something I′ve said?
What if I keep my words to myself?

A tongue that's made of stone
The founder of a quiet home
A gospel
It sings and cries out in my head
And the tale that she is telling
Echoes deep down in my silence
It lies upon the edge of my eyes

Home is more than I can see
More than any words could mean
Holding on, holding on
This is a place I know
I′m holding on, this place I know
That there's more to know


What if she's still with me?
I know that she passes down love
Held and instilled in me, if I listen
And all that you ever know will come to a close
We need better words for us to see us through

A tongue that′s made of stone
The founder of a quiet home
A gospel
It sings and cries out in my head
And the tale that she is telling
Echoes deep down in my silence
It lies upon the edge of my eyes

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah

Home is more than I can see
More than any words could mean
Holding on, I′m holding on
This is a place I know
I'm holding on, this place I know
That there′s more to know, oh