She speaks the language lyrics - AFI song

If you?d tell me it?s real
I can make an appeal
To the controlling fragile child.
Let me speak. He won?t make sense
Until we reach the consequence.
It?s voluntary like your smile,
As he quakes.

Now I know
This must be love.

When you dared me to feel,
When I made that appeal
To the incorrigible child
You stuffed his mouth with dirty rags
And tied his head within a bag
Pitch black and silken like your smile.
He?s silent?

Now I know
This must be love.

Little drops upon my cuffs
Let me know this must be love.
Red, red, drops upon my cuffs
Let me know this must be love.

Now I know
This must be love.