intro | A E A C#m A D |
I saw a girl who'd found her consolation | D Bm F#m G A | |
She said "One day my Prince of Peace will come" | D Bm F#m A | |
Above her head a portrait of her father | C#m G#m E G#m | |
The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame | A C#m A C#m G#m | |
"They've got his bones and everything he owns | A E A C#m | |
I've got his name" | A D |
Well you can laugh at this sentimental story | D Bm F#m G A | |
But in time you'll have to make amends | D Bm F#m A | |
The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality | D Bm F#m G A | |
As the clouds cover the sky the evening ends | D Bm F#m A | |
Describing a picture of eyes finally closing | C#m G#m E G#m | |
As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire | A C#m A C#m G#m | |
We'll I'm the lucky goon who composed this tune | A E A C#m | |
from birds arranged on the high wire | A D |
Who on earth is tapping at the window? | D Bm F#m G A | |
Does that face still linger at the pane? | D Bm F#m A | |
I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace | D Bm F#m G A | |
A shadow of regret across a young mother's face | D Bm F#m A | |
So toll the bell or rock the cradle | C#m G#m E G#m | |
Please don't let me fear anything I cannot explain | A C#m A C#m G#m | |
I can't believe, I'll never believe in anything again | A E A C#m A D |