"sky of ink and diamond stars
empty streets just occasional cars
here we lie in the lullaby
of the stillness in our room
words are unable to speak of love
like a smile in a whisper does

all of the letters in all of the worlds
in all of the books all over the world
they´re nothing but sounds 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

orchestra of tiny harps
it´s like pepper sprinkled on our hearts
we´re threading a needle in boxing gloves
when we try and talk about love
words are unable to speak of love
like a smile in a whisper does."