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