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dead language - bedhead lyrics

there are no chip stones in your cemetery smile
your mouth doesn’t dare to shake their graves
they bury it in military*style
but i noticed there was more in there
in that mouth that held so much cold air
words as forgotten as what wasn’t meant for you
you must have learned how to talk
from looking at vases
you know the ones with crab*green masks [?]
with roman faces, and heroes count their graces
you know the kind with frozen lines
and edges as sharp as your soured wine
i really need your voice, but that doesn’t rhyme [?]

what were you trying to say to me?
words as dead as the salt*sea
spoken from the nineteenth century, you see

it started off from the east
and worked it’s way into my ear
and everything that i understood
i really didn’t hear
were the words spoken by your ghost
a fossilized, turkish*tehran host
or maybe someone from an anatolia coast
maybe both
you speak to me, but it’s in a dead language
ooh, you speak to me, but it’s in a dead language
and i speak back to you
but your ears seem to be dead too
i speak back to you, but with your skin gone
the words go right through
and now i’m starting to lose my voice
and my spirit is starting to avert
you really don’t have much of a choice
to change your cavour [?]
pull the covers over

- bedhead lyrics

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