Lost senses
Since you left your old land
Sentences
You can’t quite understand
A thin fog
From commute to your bed
Chats are slogs
You keep losing the thread

But one day you will call these streets home
You’ll even have the accent,
And still follow your current

Don’t look for a lesson…
Don’t look for a lesson…

Everywhere
You’re the one sounding wrong
Fearing to swear
When you’re (just) playing along
Same English
But with some gaps to fill
You relinquish
The words fighting uphill

But one day you’ll be part of the loop
Some of your speech will be too
There is no red lights or cues

Don’t look for a lesson…
Don’t look for a lesson…

And I know you just want to feel welcome
In this city when every step’s driven
But if one cares about your lexicon
Speak and you won’t need to be forgiven

Don’t look for a lesson…
Don’t look for a lesson…