Tom: B
Introdução:
Bb
The fields are overturned
Ab
The skies all been burnt
Gm Db Bb
I am feeling rather strange
Bb
Shaman's drunk on whiskey
Ab
Princess's bred for fifty
Eb Db Bb
I feel a little colder every day
(Humming)
Bb
Mother I'm not safe
Ab
You'll find me buried in the fields
Gm Db Bb
With buffalo murdered for game
Bb
Mother will you say
Bbm Ab
That I'm dressed up for the kill
Eb Bbm Bb
And there's something slowly wasting me away
Ab
You are my only friend
Eb
You are my wasted angel
Db Ab Db
And like before, you mean much more to me
Ab
You are my coming end
Eb
You are my jaded fable
Db Ab Db Bb
And like before, you mean much more to me
(Humming)
Db Ab B Bb
(Shown for first verse, repeat with different chords for other verses)