Sky of ink and diamond stars
Empty streets with just occasional cars
Here we lie in a lullaby of stillness
In our room
Words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does
Words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does
All of the letters in all of the words
In all of the books all over the world
They're nothing but sounds and vowels and nouns
For talking to strangers, that's all they worth
Words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does
Words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does
Orchestra of tiny harps
It's like pepper sprinkled on our hearts
We're threading a needle with boxing gloves
When we try and talk about love
Words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does
Words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does
