Sky of ink and diamond stars
Empty streets with 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 and a whisper does
Oh,
words are unable to speak of love Like a smile and 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 there was
Words are unable to speak of love Like a smile and a whisper does
Oh,
words are unable to speak of love Like a smile and 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 and a whisper does
Words are unable to speak of love Like a smiling old spurt does
Words are unable to speak of love Like a smiling old spurt does
Like a smile in a whisper does