Hanging In The Gallery Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

IDs it the painteGr or the pDicture

EmHanging in the galleDry?

EmAdmired by countless thoDusands

Who atteEmmpt to read the seDcrets

Of his visGion of his veAry soul.

Is it the paintGer or the piDcture

EmHanging in the gaDllery?

Or Emis it but a stDill life

Of his oEmwn interpretatDion

Of the wEmay that God had mDade us

In the imaGge oAf His eDye?

Is it the scuGlptor or the sDculpture

Emstanding in the gaDllery?

EmTouched by fleeting sDtrangers

Who dEmesire to feel the stDrength of hands

That realisGed a fAorm of life.

Is it the sculGptor or the scDulpture

Emstanding in the gaDllery?

Or Emis it but the teDnderness

With whiEmch his hands were guDided

To disEmcard the uneDssentials

And reveGal the pAerfect tDruth?

Is it the actGor or the drDama

EmPlaying to the gaDllery?

EmHeard in every coDrner

Of the theEmatre of crDuelty\par

That mGasks the humour Ain his speech.

Is it the aGctor or the dDrama

EmPlaying to the gallDery?

Or iEms it but the chDaracter

Of aEmny single mDember of the auEmdience

That fDorms the plot

Of eGach and eAvery pDlay?

Is it the siGnger or his liDkeness

EmHanging in the gaDllery?

EmTongue black, still and swDollen,

His eyes sEmtaring from their socDkets,

He is siGlent now, will siAng no more.

Is it the sGinger or his liDkeness

EmHanging in the gDallery?

Or iEms it but his coDnscience,

InsEmecurity, and lonDeliness,

When dEmestiny becDomes at last

The causGe oDf hAis deDmise?