Capo II A I thud on a drum E barely a span long Bm A the rough barrel-beat D was my cradlesong A E You ask why I keep still Bm D why I don't pour it out into the night A You know E Bm You know if it rises and floats A E A D It effaces every piece of light A Foreign what my lips say E Bm D Foreign my hair, my dress A E Foreign what your eyes ask Bm D about this strangeness A E You ask why I keep still Bm D why I don't pour it out into the night A You know E Bm You know if it rises and float A E A D It effaces every piece of light A E When scream masses on wound Bm D I want to meet you A E When the great testimony Bm D from your branches trickles down A E Here my soul grows Bm 'til it smashes Bm A D above the scene, the balcony
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