Dead Language

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

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

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

     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

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

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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