Year: 1997 - Album: Blue Pony
Gm Eb Turn the lights up baby gonna close my eyes F Don't want to see the situation out of disguise Gm Eb F I run my fingers down the scar Gm Eb I breathe it in like air I drink it down like wine Cm Eb Then I sit and I stare at the scene of the crime Gm Eb When the lie comes down like a kiss on the lips Cm Eb It's a fragile wire the memory trips Gm Eb The taste is sweet but the kiss is unkind Cm Eb There's a crawlspace in my head that I find Gm Eb The fire burns hot the river runs wild Cm Eb F Eb And the wind sounds like the cries of a child Gm Eb The night stands at attention just to watch and wait F Like it came to see if I was gonna break Gm Eb F You hold me up you fold me up like paper Gm Eb In the naked city where we wear it like skin Cm Eb Come on baby it's such an unoriginal sin Gm Eb When the lie comes down like a kiss on the lips Cm Eb It's a fragile wire the memory trips Gm Eb The taste is sweet but the kiss is unkind Cm Eb There's a crawlspace in my head that I find Gm Eb The fire burns hot the river runs wild Cm Eb F Eb And the wind sounds like the cries of a child Cm Bb Gm There is an edge there is a blade that's so sharp Eb Bb Eb Gm Baby it can separate the soul from the heart SOLO Gm Eb You don't use a gun I gave you what you steal F If you don't ride this train you're underneath the wheel Gm Eb F I'm too emotional for this Eb So rock it up now baby but don't look down Cm Eb Let's just make it good-bye I'm gonna leave this town Gm Eb When the lie comes down like a kiss on the lips Cm Eb It's a fragile wire the memory trips Gm Eb The taste is sweet but the kiss is unkind Cm Eb There's a crawlspace in my head that I find Gm Eb The fire burns hot the river runs wild Cm Eb F Eb And the wind sounds like the cries of a child Gm Eb When the lie comes down like a kiss on the lips Cm Eb It's a fragile wire the memory trips Gm Eb The taste is sweet but the kiss is unkind Cm Eb There's a crawlspace in my head that I find Gm Eb The fire burns hot the river runs wild Cm Eb Gm Eb Cm Gm And the wind sounds like the cries of a child