A              E                F#m             E 
My life was coloured, painting pictures out of tune 
A              E            F# 
You came from nowhere in a song 
A             E              F#m                     E 
It might have been the way I laughed, he made the jokes 
A          E                F# 
Could only show me what was wrong 

B                         E 
He took me flying on his crimson ship 
F#                    A  E 
He never left me his number 
B                          E 
He took me flying on his crimson ship 
F#                     A     E     F# 
Then he was gone and I wondered 

A             E               F#m            E 
Who put the knots on all the crosses on the hill? 
A           E                 F# 
Why did the old man wash his hands? 
A            E                F#m         E 
Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill? 
A             E              F# 
And blew the trumpet in the van, a-an  

B                         E 
He took me flying on his crimson ship 
F#                    A  E 
He never left me his number 
B                         E 
He took me flying on his crimson ship 
F#                     A     E     F# 
Then he was gone and I wondered 
A  E    B  F# 
Oh-oh, oh-oh 

A                E              F#m           E 
When they were busy throwing kisses at the moon 
A         E               F# 
A father lost his mother's son 
A                E              F#m            E 
And though they knew the resurrection would be soon 
A               E                F# 
The time was spent, they carried on, o-on 

B                         E 
He took me flying on his crimson ship 
F#                    A  E 
He never left me his number 
H                         E 
He took me flying on his crimson ship 
F#                      A  E     F# B
Then he was gone and I wondered 

F# 
Wondered Wondered Wondered . . . . .