Tono: C
Introducción:
C#7M/F
Like some sepulchral tableaux,
F
I sit frozen holding your hand.
C#7M/F
Though I'm trying to think only,
C
Positive thoughts I understand.
Bb
That this tomorrow,
F7M
May not be the tomorrow that,
Bb F7M
Your eviscerating suffering will end, oh.
Bb C
Will you ever be yourself again?
F
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
Gm F
She ain't doin' well.
A Dm F Gm
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless.
G C
Her psyche's cracked or, anyhow,
Am Bb A
She ain't speakin' now.
Dm D2 Dm
Nightfall, like some leaden sea,
Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed.
A
You scream that the books,
Are falling off the shelf onto you,
F G
But I can't see them.
E
Your hallucination ravings,
I'm writing them all down so,
Bb
You can read them,
C
When your mind no longer aches,
And your febrility breaks.