Key: C
C
follow the black marks on the floor
Am
fallen through the bathroom door
G
F
on his face, that's how it finds you
C
you built an alter of books and melting wax
Am
sackcloth and his panic attacks
G
F
smears his eyes with the candle ash
C
B
and oh, does God have a sound?
Am
like a family laughing loud?
F
G
or a garden gate opening to
C
a world you never found.
B
but not everything's a metaphor
Am
you know somethings just are
F
G
like the way she slams her bedroom door
C
that doesn't mean a thing
C
Am
G
F
C
he tied a dirty towel around his waist
Am
washes his feet with the tears from his face
G
F
aint it a shame, that's how you find him?
C
in the darkest closet behind the veil
Am
in his sweet and haunted hour of prayer
G
F
his hands and feet claw the air
C
B
and oh, does God have a sound?
Am
like a little girl crying out
F
from the attic of her house
G
C
where she hid herself for days
B
but everything's a metaphor
Am
to blood stained over the door
F
to the bread crumbs on the floor
G
everything means something.