Tom: D
A
A
Curious impulse drifting slow in a state
E
In the darkness, in music, our imperfect escape
D
D/E
D
D/E
You're a good girl, a daughter of liars avenged
D
D/E
D
D/E
And you paint such a picture, the departed, unhinged you make a splash
D
E
A
You're adored by strangers through glass
A
When we fuck up our rhythm this idea is a curse
E
I invite myself in and I think I kissed you first
D
D/E
D
D/E
But this glimpse at the past, it is tattered and trite
D
D/E
D
D/E
E
Our love tastes like sugar but it pulls all the life out of me
D
E
A
Out of me
A
You cry to an old friend, to a hole in your heart
E
To a ghost in the fading strokes of your glorious art
D
D/E
D
D/E
And she lied when she said she would call you today
D
D/E
D
D/E
E
And you know I couldn't blame her the pain that you make it never dies
D
E
A
I hung it up in a wistful disguise
A
E
D
D/E
D
D/E
D
D/E
D
D/E
D
E
A