Scissor Sisters Secret Life Of Letters

What is the full speed of language

When there is nothing to say

What’s in the air

There must be something there

But it’s not in service today

Sometimes the neighbors complain

The phone speaks another’s full name

It’s the secret life of letters

The secret life of words

Where do they hide unspoken

I haven’t heard

How many days in a sentence

I feel like passing this phrase

These aren’t my friends

Maybe they’ll be again

Arranging themselves in their ways

I’ve got to pick up the paper

She says I’m glad it’s not raining

It’s the secret life of letters

The secret life of words

Where do they hide unspoken

I haven’t heard

I haven’t heard

I haven’t heard