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