Pre-raphaelite

[Intro ]
Em  C   Am  B7 
Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah 
Em  C   Am  B7 
Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah 


[Verso 1]
 
    Em                          C 
She looked like a painting by a Pre-Raphaelite 
     Am                           B7 
With red hair cascadin', past her slopin' sad eyes, if 
Em                              C 
Rossetti could've seen her, how he would've cried, and 
Am                        B7 
He didn't have words like mine 
Em 
Auburn hair tucked into the neck of her 
C                                           Am 
Father's blue cable-knit fisherman vest, so when 
                                      B7 
I tuck my locks into the collar of my shirt 
                              Em 
From time to time, I think of her 
 


[Pré-Refrão]
 
        Am                               Em 
And I'm everything that she isn't, and I would 
                              B7 
Make myself in her image if I could 
                                          Em 
If I didn't know better, if I didn't know more 
Am                    Em 
She sits on velvet in candlelight 
                              B7 
Collaterally illuminating all my 
                                       Em 
Inadequacies, I spent my life building pedestals 


[Refrão]
 
              C                               Em 
And I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows 
           C                             Em 
She dances naked, my body, I could never show 
           C                       Em 
She's in a painting and I'm out of it 
           C                             Em 
And I make things, but she's made out of it 
 


[Pós-Refrão]
 
N.C               C          Em 
She's made out of it, out of it 
                  C          Em 
She's made out of it, out of it 
Em 
She's made out of it 
 


[Verso 2]
 
Em 
I once watched as we sat by the stream 
    C 
Her pluck a pink magnolia straight from the tree 
          Am 
Without a care in the world, that flower, she did eat 
   B7                      Em 
So nonchalant, speaking to me 
 


[Pré-Refrão]
 
                Am                        Em 
And there was a time I was certain, I was sure 
                                        B7 
She grew straight from the earth on her pedestal 
                                                    Em 
But here in the dirt, I know her better, I know her more 
           Am                                       Em 
And I'd be subject to her laughter, if she ever did know 
                                          B7 
Those things shaped me after into my skin sewn 
                                            Em 
Even she is a patchwork and how I enjoy the fall 
 


[Refrão]
 
          C                                Em 
I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows 
            C                       Em 
It's in her nature, not any kind of show 
           C                        Em 
She's in a painting, and I'm out of it 
           C                             Em 
And I make things, and she's made out of it 
 


[Pós-Refrão]
 
N.C.              C          Em 
She's made out of it, out of it 
                  C          Em 
She's made out of it, out of it 
N.C 
She's made out of it 
 


[Ponte]
 
N.C. 
Red hair tucked into a blue sweater 
N.C. 
Hand-knit pink magnolia petals 
N.C 
And men swear blood oaths for their Helen 
        Asus2 
But she needs no such defender 
Em                    D 
Spider writing on her letters 
           C                Am 
I know her more, I know her better 
           Em                    D 
I know her flaws, and I've known heaven 
  C        Am 
I know her more, and 
 


[Refrão]
 
          C    N.C.                        Em 
I get the feeling that when it's dark, she glows 
                 C                       Em 
That it's in her nature, not any kind of show 
           C                        Em 
She's in a painting, and I'm out of it 
           C                             Em 
And I make things, and she's made out of it 
 


[Pós-Refrão]
 
N.C.              C          Em 
She's made out of it, out of it 
                  C          Em 
She's made out of it, out of it 
N.C. 
She's made out of it