Cifras
The Snowscape Paperweight Girl

Tono: C

Introducción: C    F    C    F    C    

dificultad
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                                  F                                      C  
You had your body pierced in Naples
                             F                                         C  
Found your patron saints in Rome
             F                                                                 C  
Your Buddha, brought back from Bangkok
F                                         C  
Hides your runic stones
                        F                                         C  
And your star of David, a-crucified
             F                                                      G  
In a pendant you made from bones
             F                                                    C  
Your Hindi music's on the hifi
                        E                                         Am         G  
And your Muslim is on the phone
                     F                      G                    F         G    F    G  
In this place you now call home
                             F                                                      C  
Still, you take your clothes off slowly
        F                                         C  
To stoned messiah's tones
             F                            C  
Your mirror ball retro-flits
                                F                                            C  
Across your bolstered bed-sit wall
                     F                                                      C  
And you pray for all life can bring you
                                             F                                    G  
It's like you're praying for us all
             F                                         C  
Your tarot spoke of a stranger
             E                                                 Am         G  
Your I-Ching of a girl unknown
                     F                      G                    F         G                                      Am            G  
In this place you now call home      (you now call home)
                     Am                                                                         F  
And you bleed for the blade life will give ya
                                     Am                                    F  
But still you want to swallow whole
          Am                                    F  
The stoned messiahs prophesise
                                C                                         F  
It's like a hot-wire to your soul
                                                                                                C  
Like your bible that's holding your life up
             E                                    Am         G  
Or a window to your world
                  F                                                         C  
As the camera pans out from a laptop
                E                                                      Am  
We'll watch your world grow small
        F                                                      G                                                    F  
As snowflakes swirl in a ticker-tape snowscape
                                     G                                                                    F  
Fade out on a paperweight - and a golden girl
                    C                      F         C    F    C    F    C  
                                                     Oh oh, yeah
                     F                                      C  
Turning soul cards with Retsina
                          F                                         C  
Which you pour like sacred scrolls
                        F                                 C  
Kneeling naked at your altar
             F                                            C  
Your patchwork quilt enfolds ya
                             F                                              C  
And it's a Hindi music on the hifi
                F                            G  
And a Sufi on the phone
          F                                                      C  
The dance becoming your reality
                                  E                                      Am         G  
I think it's time that I was going
                          F                      G                    F  
From this place you now call home
        G    F    G    F    G  
                             Am                                                                      G  
Don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up
                                                                     F  
Don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up
G    F    G         C      F    C                 F    C