We know it, we know it.
The word, it just eludes us.
We know it, we know it.
Please just give us time.

They speak not, they speak not.
For all the words elude them.
They speak not, they speak not.
Thus they commit a crime.

It lies there, it lies there.
On the tip of your tongue.
It lies there, it lies there.
Out there within reach.

We speak not, we speak not.
Because we lack the words.
We speak not, we speak not.
Knowing not the leech.

It's grand larceny of the verbal variety.
A word we worked for, kept and nourished.
Taken by their tiny hands.
As currency, they trade our words. Our syllables, our spelling quirks.
For the rich, the master thief, a sentence spoken.
And we, we shake our heads. Our fantasy unbroken.

"I guess I just forgot"

Well yes, that happens a lot.