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