From the shoreline of the Baltic Sea This town fans out with cobblestone And every person on those streets Is walking with their head turned down They scurry past cathedral bones Born in the thirteenth century It's quite a history to behold Oh but it's not where I want to be 'Cause You Oh you speak my language The early days were blind and pure Just splashing in the shallow end By the time we looked back to the shore We had drifted where it's hard to swim But I heard a song there in the deep Rise from your paper and your pen A song that I'd heard others sing Oh but this time I could understand 'Cause you Oh you speak my language Step back on familiar ground I see you waiting at the curb And there are stories that your eyes are telling But you don't have to say a word 'Cause you Oh you speak my language You Oh you speak my language