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