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.