VERSE 

Dbm               
Found you in a hole, it was enough. 
A                 E 
Needed you to work on my wounds. 
Dbm 
Offered up the back of your hand. 
A                 B 
Suitable enough. 

Dbm 
I've been pretty low. 
           A                 E 
So I fall back into your arms once more. 
Dbm             (stop) Dbm          (stop) 
Give to me your flesh; you keep the rest. 
     A                       B  (hold) 
We'll try this one again. 




[Refrão]
Dbm                        A                        E 
I don't ever think what I want could be considered Love, 
                         A 
but it is what I want anyway. 
Dbm                          A                            E             A 
Beauty in the dark, fragile heart, see the end from the start.           
Dbm                          A                       E 
I don't ever think what you need could be considered me, 
                             A 
still you drop everything anyway. 

    Dbm - E - A     Dbm - A - B   (hold) 


VERSE 

Dbm 
Now it's how it was when I was lost, 
 A              E   
in a sea of skin that talks. 
Dbm                             
Louder than the bones that it coats. 
  A                    B 
Strong enough to overthrow growth. 
  
Dbm 
How do you access a burly mess, 
 A                E 
coined as a result of your head? 
Dbm              (stop)Dbm  (stop) 
Turn and face the hurt you harbor. 
 A                      B (hold) 
Wish yourself the best. 





[Refrão]
Dbm                        A                        E 
I don't ever think what I want could be considered Love, 
                         A 
but it is what I want anyway. 
Dbm                          A                            E             A 
Beauty in the dark, fragile heart, see the end from the start.           
Dbm                          A                       E 
I don't ever think what you need could be considered me, 
                             A 
still you drop everything anyway. 

    Dbm - E - A     Dbm - A - B     Dbm - E  ... 


BRIDGE 

Dbm                        A                      E 
Damn all those tricks of yours; make me feel so small. 
                         B 
I've got some, lots of them. I'm waiting for my turn to turn.   
Dbm                        A                      E 
Damn all those tricks of yours; make me feel so small. 
                         B                               A  (hold) 
I've got some, lots of them. I'm waiting for my turn to turn.   





[Refrão]
Dbm                        A                        E 
I don't ever think what I want could be considered Love, 
                         A 
but it is what I want anyway. 
Dbm                          A                            E             A 
Beauty in the dark, fragile heart, see the end from the start.           
Dbm                          A                       E 
I don't ever think what you need could be considered me, 
                             A 
still you drop everything anyway. 

Dbm - E - A     Dbm - A - B     Dbm - E - A     Dbm - A - B  (hold to end)