Sky of ink and diamond stars
empty streets of just occasional cars
here we lie in a lullaby of the 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 and 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 stranger
that's all they're 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.
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