Thin Lines

	  		
Verse 

G# 
I said a word 
                    E 
It got caught in my throat and it burned 
                            G# 
Slipped off my tongue and I choked 
You were concerned for a second  
     E 
Then cries echoed into the night lesson learned 

        G# 
Because you heard a word  
                        E 
That I said and this word how it rang  
                    G# 
In your head it was loud and glorious yes 
                   E 
And from where you lay on my chest 
Well you heard it best 

        G#                      E 
But you held me closely while I screamed 
      G#                             E 
And I watched the thinnest trails of green  
               F#                       D# 
Run down your neck and drip from your chin  
                 E           F#          G# 
Thin trails of green, thin lines on gray skin 


     G#            E 
Thin lines on gray skin 
     G#            E 
Thin lines on gray skin 
          G#                            E                             
Where the world ends that’s where it begins 
        F#            D# 
My thin lines my thin lines 



verse 2 

G# 
I said a word 
         E 
Was it a blessing or curse? 
                       G#                   
Nobody knows the whole story 
Nobody hears me but you  
        E 
And you would have heard more if you could have I’m sure 

        G# 
Because you heard my word,  
                       E                                                  
You still do with your hands, eyes, and rest of you too 
                   G#                                        
Little stray on my lap, zealot, hellcat 
                     E                                                        
Can’t forgive what I did to my dream-maker 
Has thou forsaken her? 

       G#                                E                                                        
And if you knew what I knew would you object? 
        G#                                     E                                                  
Are we madmen or soothsayers? Truthfully sweet heretic? 
                 F#                                           D#                                             
I bit off the bit that silenced the world for you sewed up my sin 
                     E           F#           G#                                                    
With thin threads of black, thin lines on gray skin 


     G#           E 
Thin lines on gray skin 
     G#           E 
Thin lines on gray skin 
          G#                            E             
Where the world ends that’s where it begins 
        F#            D# 
My thin lines, my thin lines