Standard (EADGBE)

Pictures of you

That I drew in blue

Hang from the wall in my room

and the eyes seem to taunt me

it’s the same mistake

that I always make

come back again and again

like a ghost sent to haunt me

love is a fragile thing

just like an angel wing

and love makes the kind of things that bloom and grow

and come and go with the spring

Harp bit over

in a tiny seed

is a secret speed

too fast to find with your mind

it comes up sooooooooooo slow

and I’m so confused

and it hurts right through

knowing we both have to quit

while something’s still growing

love is a precious thing

just like an angel wing

hope is in all the things

that bloom and grow

and come and go

with the spring

Harp solo over

hearing the morning sing

and all of the wondering

what makes us hurt the things

that bloom and grow

I’ll never know

but they bloom and grow

and come and go

with the spring

Harp endit