Without a word, without a sign
That I'm less nervous climbing a cliff
And all that's different about you
Is your golden soft guitar riff
Your thirsty skin
That seems to beg me in
Into your skin
Chorus:
Speaking without saying
We're playing at charades
A game that keeps us guessing till
We become the shapes we've made
You perform your plays
Without acting, and no pretense
That our sixth sense isn't scaring us
Cause you would quickly tag me
In a game of blind-man's-bluff
And we would win
Whatever game we played in
We could win
Chorus:
Speaking without saying
We're playing at charades
A game that keeps us guessing till
We become the shapes we've made
Cause I ask the question
And you deduce the answer
From movements that I make
And shapes I take in this romance
Then you ask the question
But we both reply the same
Making love together lovers
Makes charades an easy game
Chorus:
Speaking without saying
We're playing at charades
A game that keeps us guessing till
We become the shapes we've made
We become the shapes we've made
While playing at charades
We become the parts we've made
While playing at charades