Intro
Can throw in some extra bVIIs too
| E | E9 | A |
| → | x 2 |
| E | Asus2 | E | Asus2 |
| Sheets of empty | canvas, untouched | sheets of clay |
| E | Asus2 | E | |
| Were | laid spread out be | fore me as her | body once did |
| E | Asus2 | E | Asus2 |
| All five hor | izons revolved a | round her soul | as the earth to the sun |
| E | Asus2 | E |
| Now the air I | tasted and breathed has | taken a turn |
| C | Em | |
| Ooo | oh, and all I taught her was every | thing |
| C | Em | |
| Ooo | oh, I know she gave me all that she | wore |
| D | |
| And now my | bitter hands |
| C | |
| Chafe | beneath the clouds |
| Em | |
| Of what was everyth | ing |
| D | |
| All the | pictures have |
| C | |
| All been | washed in black |
| E | |
| Tattooed everyt | hing |
| E | Asus2 | E | Asus2 |
| I take a | walk outside, I’m sur | rounded by some | kids at play |
| E | Asus2 | E |
| I can feel their | laughter so, | why do I sear |
| C | Em | |
| Ooo | oh, and twisted thoughts that spin ‘round my | head, I’m spinning, oh |
| C | Em | |
| I’m | spinning, how quick the sun can drop a | way |
| D | |
| And now my | bitter hands |
| C | |
| Cradle | broken glass |
| Em | |
| Of what was ever | ything |
| D | |
| All the | pictures have |
| C | |
| All been | washed in black |
| Em | |
| Tattooed ever | ything |
| D | |
| All the | love gone bad |
| C | |
| Turned my | world to black |
| D | |
| And tattooed all | I see |
| C | |
| All that | I am |
| Em | D | C | |
| All I’ll | be, | ye | ah |
| Em | D | C |
| Uh huh, | uh huh, | ooh |
| Em | |
| I | know someday you’ll have a beautiful life |
| D | C | |
| I | know you’ll be a star in so | mebody else’s sky |
| Em | D | C | |
| But | why, why, | why can’t it | be |
| Em | D | C | |
| Aw can’t it be m | ine |
| Em | D | C |
| Ooh, ah | yeah, ah | ooh |
| Em | |
| Doo do do do do do do |
| D | |
| Doo do do do do do do |
| C | |
| Doo do do do do do do |
| Em | |
| Doo do do do do do do |