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