Verse
E B E A B
There are no chipped stones in your cemetery smile
E B E
Your mouth doesn't dare to shake the graves
A B
that bury it in military style
F#m B E A
But I noticed there was more in there
F#m B E A
in that mouth that held so much cold air
F#m B E A B
words as forgotten as what wasn't meant for here
[Verse 2]
E B E
You must have learned how to talk
A B
from looking at the vases
E B
You know the ones with cracked Greek masks
E A B
Roman faces and heroes counting their graces
F#m B E A
You know the kind with frozen lines
F#m B E A
and edges as sharp as your sour whine
F#m B E A B
I really mean your voice but that doesn't rhyme
[Bridge]
E B E A B B
E B E A B F#m
F#m B E A
What were you trying to say to me
F#m B E A
Words as dead as the salt sea
F#m B E A
Spoken from the nineteenth century
B
You say
E E B A
E B E A B B
E B E A B B
[Verse 3]
E B
It started off from the east
E A B
and worked its way into my ear
E B E
And everything that I understood
A B
I really didn't hear
F#m B E A
Were the words spoken by a ghost
F#m B E A
a fossilized Turkish tearoom host
F#m B E A
or maybe someone from an Anatolian coast
B B
Maybe both
[Chorus]
E B E A B
Well you speak to me but it's in a dead language
E B E A B
Oh you speak to me but it's in a dead langauge
E B
And I speak back to you
E A B
but your ears seem to be dead too
E B E
I speak back to you but with your skin gone
A B
the words go right through
[Outro]
F#m B E A
And now I'm starting to lose my voice
F#m B E A
and my spirit's starting to hover
F#m B E A
And you really don't have much of a choice
B E
but to change your cover or pull the covers over