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 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 are 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  
Words are unable to speak of love  
Like a smile in a whisper does