Night Terrors

	  		


 

C 
follow the black marks on the floor 
Am 
fallen through the bathroom door 
G                            F 
on his face, that's how it finds you 
C 
you built an alter of books and melting wax 
Am 
sackcloth and his panic attacks 
G                                F 
smears his eyes with the candle ash 

C                            B 
and oh, does God have a sound? 
Am 
like a family laughing loud? 
        F           G 
or a garden gate opening to 
                         C 
a world you never found. 
                          B 
but not everything's a metaphor 
                         Am 
you know somethings just are 
          F                 G 
like the way she slams her bedroom door 
                          C 
that doesn't mean a thing 

C Am G F 

C 
he tied a dirty towel around his waist 
Am 
washes his feet with the tears from his face 
G                                F 
aint it a shame, that's how you find him? 
C 
in the darkest closet behind the veil 
        Am 
in his sweet and haunted hour of prayer 
G                            F 
his hands and feet claw the air 

C                           B 
and oh, does God have a sound? 
                           Am 
like a little girl crying out 
                     F 
from the attic of her house 
           G               C 
where she hid herself for days 
                      B 
but everything's a metaphor 
                           Am 
to blood stained over the door 
                             F 
to the bread crumbs on the floor 
                     G 
everything means something.