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There are no chipped stones in your cemetery smile
Your mouth doesn't dare to shake the graves
that bury it in military style
But I noticed there was more in there
in that mouth that held so much cold air
words as forgotten as what wasn't meant for here

You must have learned how to talk
from looking at the vases
You know the ones with cracked Greek masks
Roman faces and heroes counting their graces
You know the kind with frozen lines
and edges as sharp as your sour whine
I really mean your voice but that doesn't rhyme

What were you trying to say to me
Words as dead as the salt sea
Spoken from the nineteenth century
You say

It started off from the east
and worked its way into my ear
And everything that I understood
I really didn't hear
Were the words spoken by a ghost
a fossilized Turkish tearoom host
or maybe someone from an Anatolian coast
Maybe both

Well you speak to me but it's in a dead language
Oh you speak to me but it's in a dead langauge
And I speak back to you
but your ears seem to be dead too
I speak back to you but with your skin gone
the words go right through

And now I'm starting to lose my voice
and my spirit's starting to hover
And you really don't have much of a choice
but to change your cover or pull the covers over