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