Verse 

A                      G                F# 
Deep within your eyes, I see what hides behind...your smile 
A                          G                        F# 
What happened out there to make you so scared as to chase these wicked minds(?) 
A                                   G                     F# 
How many have come and gone, another brother another son...another passerby 
A                      G                        F# 
So many ways to say, lies find their way to the image in your mind. 


[Refrão]
Bm              E          A            D 
It's not all it seems when some gardens green 
Bm               E          A            D 
Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands 
Bm                 E          A            D 
Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine 
Bm              E                  A            D 
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends 
Bm         G             D         
Let it in, let's begin.. 

Verse 

A                          G                       F# 
Saw you sitting there on a boat on a chair, down a river smooth and wide 
A                             G                          F# 
On the shore I stare with our people standing there as a mother floats on by 
A                          G                   F# 
As the river took her in a storm did begin and blew the sky away 


[Refrão]
Bm              E          A            D 
It's not all it seems when some gardens green 
Bm              E          A            D 
Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands 
Bm                 E          A            D 
Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine 
Bm              E                  A            D 
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends 
Bm               G       D         G          D 
Let it in, let's begin ooh let it in , let's begin 

Bridge 

Am             C                   G           D 
I remember you walking through the park a red star 
Am               C 
Archer pulls his bow and aims for his mark 

Verse 

A                         G                             F# 
This tapestry we weave black thread and bright string on a loom of tears and time 
A                      G                               F# 
The fire all but dead a cold lays round the bed as she whispers all a lie......its all a lie  


[Refrão]
Bm              E          A            D 
It's not all it seems when some gardens green 
Bm               E          A            D 
Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands 
Bm                 E          A          D 
Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine 
Bm               E                 A            D 
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends 
G           D 
Let it in, lets begin etc....