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