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
Ooh ooo, words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does
All of the letters an' 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're worth
Words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does
Ooh, 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
Ooh, words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does
Ooh, words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does
Yea, words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does
Like a smile in a whisper does
