Untitled 1

Intro 
N.C. 
(screeching sounds) 

A X4 


[Verso 1]
 
A                                    A 
  I'll hold the glass filled up with water 
                                Bm 
You taste the ash and find your daughter 
                                 Bm 
When trouble changes but it will face 
                              A 
Just decorate, you're wasting lace 
                            A 
I sat in dunes from 8 'til 4 
                           A 
Don't need to hold you anymore 
                            A 
One hand is pending on your arms 
                                Bm 
Two hands will surely cause you harm 
                            Bm 
What could be taking you so long? 
                       Bm 
It's just a Nile River song 
                                Bm 
You play the harp, I'll play conductor 
                                   A 
If no one fights, who will protect her? 

A 
 


[Refrão]
 
    F#m 
But sometimes when we're in grief 
                                  A 
And you won't be there to hold my hand 
F#m 
Sometimes my covers reek 
                           A 
Of old nostalgia left from lovers years ago 

A X4 
 


[Verso 2]
 
A                      A 
  Remember Jeremy from here 
                              Bm 
Looked down on all his fellas singing 
                         Bm 
He probably won't last a year 
                            A 
He'll die on welfare, disappear 
                              A 
My neighbor's dogs destroy my kitten 
                               A 
Sudden springs the blood she's spittin' 
                       A 
All over Abby's winter clothes 
                        Bm 
The bile and the bloody nose 
                              Bm 
What foreign man will kill my dog? 
                                 Bm 
I've searched for hunters in the bog 
                       Bm 
The other day a kettle steamed 
                            A 
My lover backed off and she screamed 
 


[Refrão]
 
    F#m 
That sometimes the world's in place 
                                  A 
And you won't be there to hold my hand 
F#m 
Sometimes my covers reek 
                           A 
Of old nostalgia left from lovers years ago 

A X4 
 


[Verso 3]
 
A                                   A 
  That shepherd's stew was good and tasty 
                              Bm 
I will be back, you'll tie my waist in 
                            Bm 
In hours, you will call me friend 
                            A 
Six centuries, the worst to say 
                            A 
Into the air my pocket hollers 
                            A 
I bought a cup for fifteen dollars 
                            A 
I'm giving lessons in the yard 
                                Bm 
You said the mutes won't listen to it 
                      Bm 
I call her liar and I leave 
                         A 
At night in bed my lover grieves 
 


[Refrão]
 
               F#m 
And she said, "Sometimes you're just like me 
                                  A 
But you won't be there to hold my hand" 
F#m 
Sometimes my covers reek 
                           A 
Of old nostalgia left from lovers years ago 
F#m 
Sometimes you're just like me 
                                  A 
But you won't be there to hold my hand 
F#m 
Sometimes my covers reek 
                           A 
Of old nostalgia left from lovers years ago 

{Instrumental Outro} 

A  X4 

N.C. 
(screeching sounds)