...is based on a jam from the Open Your Eyes album sessions. The backing track from the guitar solo also references the bass line to "Roundabout" from Fragile.
I speak from some sort of protection of learning Even tho' I make it up as I go on A special trait is that I've tried To reach all feelings So I speak a new language of love
Some say that it is written in the circle Others that it is written in the sun But I protect myself by seeing this experience As a metaphor for moving on
Sometimes I check myself To start to believe in The horoscopes you read everyday They're telling me somethings I really ought to know But then again I like to Then again I learn to Then again I'm running away
Vision is coming so fast I can't stop myself Vision forgets who is real On the city streets, people get lost Just waiting for history Pushing the real world away
Taking a chance only once in your life Only weakness can stop you from hearing New languages Translate each word As they bring you creation Your voice is the perfect key
Is there something that I'm supposed to see
Is there something that I'm Supposed to feel I'm with you And I can't help but want to know
(Talk to me) Is there something that I'm supposed to teach (Speak to me) Is there something that I'm supposed to find As I reach to the healing in each spoken word
For some strange reason time just cannot wait a minute I'm chasing every second before I let go Yesterday my history Dreams are still a mystery This living is a gift I should know
Lay it down and let me live the new language Let me learn at every twist every turn Lay it down and let me love the further future Let me know I'm running Let me know I'm learning Let me know I'm moving on
Vision is racing so fast I can't stop myself Chasing the reason For all kinds of wondering People embracing these feelings of limbo Just waiting for some kind of truth
Taking a chance as it comes only once Only strength can do justice With words of new languages Translate creation To bring you salvation Your voice is the perfect key
(Talk to me) Is there something that I'm supposed to see (Speak to me) Is there something that I'm Supposed to feel I'm with you And I can't help but want to know (New languages)
(Talk to me) Is there something that I'm supposed to teach (Speak to me) Is there something that I'm supposed to find As I reach to the healing of each spoken word (new languages)
Taking a chance as it comes only once Only strength can do justice With words of new languages Translate creation To bring you salvation Your voice is the perfect key
(Talk to me) Is there something that I'm supposed to see (Speak to me) Is it something that I'm Supposed to feel I'm with you And I can't help but want to know (New languages)
(Talk to me) Is there something that I'm supposed to teach (Speak to me) Is there something that I'm supposed to find As I reach to the healing of each spoken word (new languages) Is it something that I'm supposed to find As I reach to the healing of each spoken word (new languages)
(lyrics by Anderson) (music by Anderson/Howe/Sherwood/Squire/White/Khoroshev)
Jon Anderson – Lead Vocals Steve Howe – Lead and Acoustic Guitars, Steel, Mandolin, Backing Vocals Billy Sherwood – Guitars, Backing Vocals Chris Squire – Bass, Backing Vocals Alan White – Drums, Percussion, Backing Vocals Igor Khoroshev – Keyboards, Backing Vocals
Prodused by Bruce Fairbairn Recorded at: Armoury Studios, Kitsilano, Vancouver, British Columbia