Shadow Maker

[Verso 1]
 
      D                  F 
I'm a reader of books, a teller of stories 
  Em      C         G           D 
A poet in danger of drowning in words 
    G                      C 
And sometimes a singer who needs to remember 
     A7                                    D 
That some songs are better off left to the birds 
 


[Refrão]
 
    C                  Am 
The shadow maker still picks at the paper 
    Bm                                     D 
And hands me a shadow that looks just like me 
     G                        C 
He's better than some with an eye and a thumb 
       A7                        D            G 
For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see 
 


[Verso 2]
 
    D                          F 
The young artist waits for his friends at the doorway 
    Em           C           G              D 
And feeds on the praise that belongs to the proud 
    G                          C 
His muses all dressed in their gallery best 
     A7                                     D 
Will bend down to greet the applause of the crowd 
 


[Refrão]
 
    C                  Am 
The shadow maker still picks at the paper 
  Bm                                   D 
A bucking horse cowboy as plain as can be 
     G                       C 
He's better than most with a lie or a boast 
       A7                        D            G 
For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see 
 


[Verso 3]
 
     D                          F 
It's one of those nights in the heat of the night 
         Em         C      G            D 
When the truth is a razor, electric and shrill 
    G                       C 
The mannequins sing and the registers ring 
        A7                                  D 
And the dead tell us all how the living can kill 
 


[Refrão]
 
    C                  Am 
The shadow maker still picks at the paper 
  Bm                                      D 
I feel like a door that's been handed the key 
     G                       C 
He's better than some with a knife or a gun 
       A7                        D            G 
For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see 
 


[Refrão]
 
    C                  Am 
The shadow maker still picks at the paper 
    Bm                                     D 
And hands me a shadow that looks just like me 
     G                        C 
He's better than some with an eye and a thumb 
       A7                        D            G 
For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see