A             Db 
   You are Sanskrit on my skin. 
        F#m           D             E 
Peel me open til I am nothing but a whisper. 
A                             Db              
 Name yourself sinner, I only play for pennies, 
                     F#m                   D 
And I don't play for sinners, I play for sadness. 
           E 
I play for dead things. 



A                         E 
Pull the bones from their sockets, 
          F#m                             D          E       
Please be softer while you do it for I am fragile and vacant. 




A         E 
Sarasvati saw me to sleep. 
F#m         D                E 
I rested my head against the knees 
        A                 E 
And the music I like rose up and down 
     F#m            D 
Like bobbing bodies in the river bend. 




And they say, 
A                   Db