|
|
|
|
Capo I
Intro: (Am)(Fmaj7)(G)(Am)
(Am)There's no more room for angels
To dance or even stand
Upon this pin entangled
Bleeding (Fmaj7)sugar from our hands
Bleeding (G)ashes from our feet
Won't you (Am)help me count my sheep
Won't you (G)help me count my sheep to(Am)night
(Am)You make your heart a decoration
It's like a broken violin
So carefully made empty
Taking (Fmaj7)only silence in
Taking (G)saccharine to kill your pain
Won't you (Am)help me stripping cane
Won't you (G)help me stripping cane to(Am)night
Stripping (D7/F#))cane for something sweet
Stripping (Am)cane a man complete is born
His (G)heart a thing to hold both dark and (Am)light
Stripping (D7/F#))cane no tongue can tell
The silent (Am)ring of this empty bell
Won't you (G)tell me fare thee well
(E7)Fare thee well tonight(Am)
(Am)I've got nowhere to go now
I'm like a bird in an eclipse
And the grammar of our bodies
Breathing (Fmaj7)poems to our lips
Breathing (G)verses out of rhyme
Won't you (Am)help me killing time
Won't you (G)help me killing time to(Am)night
(Am)There's no more room for angels
To dance or even stand
Upon this pin entangled
Bleeding (Fmaj7)sugar from our hands
Bleeding (G)ashes from our feet
Won't you (Am)help me count my sheep
Won't you (G)help me count my sheep to(Am)night
Won't you (G)help me count my sheep to(Am)night
Won't you (G)help me (Am)
|
|
|
