Thursday, September 1, 2011

Dry as a bone



em/c/d/g (verse)
poppycock and balderdash
keeping me up at night

one hand in this world
and the other jest ain't right

well I don't know why
I'm not standing here in love

angels and demons
and the broken tree of blood

dry as a bone
I just quake and speak in tounges

and there ain't no way out
except right through it all again

em/d/am/c/b7/em (chorus)
so call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow know-one and nothing

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