Music is a universal language, and needs not be translated. With it soul speaks to soul
GI G7 Conce loved a giAmrl, her skFin it was bronzeC With the Cinnocence of a lamb, she wAmas gentle like a faB♭wn F I Ccourted her Amproudly, but now she Fis gone C Gone as the Cseason she's ta--ken. G C G G6 G7 In a young summer's youth, I stole her away From her mother and sister, though close did they stay Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us. Of the two sisters, I loved the young WitCh sensitive instinAmcts, she was the creative one B♭ F The constant scrapegoat, she was easily undone By the jealousy of others around her. For her parasite sister, I had no respect CBound by her boredomAm, her pride to proB♭tect F Countless visions of the other she'd reflect As a crutch for her scenes and her society. Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused The changes I was going through can't even be used For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime. With Cunseen consciousness,Am I possessed inF my grip C A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped Noticing not that I'd already slipped To a sin of love's false security. From silhCouetted anger to AmmanufactureFd peace C Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies Till the tombstones of damage read me no question but, "Please What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?" And so it did happen, like it could have been foreseen The Ctimeless explosAmion of fantasy's B♭dream F At the peak of the night, the king and the queen Tumbled all down into pieces. "The Ctragic figurAme" her sister Fdid shout C "Leave her alone, God damn you, get out" And CI in my armorAm, turninFg about C And nailing her in the ruins of her pettiness. Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound Her sister and I in a screaming battleground And she in between, the victim of sound Soon shattered as a child to the shadows. All is Cgone, all is Amgone, admit itF, take flight C I gagged in contradiction, tears blinding my sight My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night Leaving all of love's ashes behind me. The Cwind knocks my window, theAm room it is wet F C The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet I Cthink of her oftenAm and hope whoever shFe's met C Will be fully aware of how precious she is.Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
Harmonica solo verse]
C Am F CC Am [Bb/d] F C Am [C/g] F C
C G G6 G7 C
G G6 G7Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me "How Cgood, how good does it feeAml to be free"? F And I answer them most mysteriously "Are birds free from the chains of the skyway"? [Harmonica:] Am [C/g] F F
C C G G6 G7 G7
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