E              C#m 
I had a vision in the chapel 
E                       G#m 
Flame flickered on your forehead like an apple 
F#                          G#m                B 
When the morning came I was enthralled by your movement 
C#m                 F# 
But I was scared, I wrote a letter 
C#m              G#m 
To articulate my thoughts a little better 
F#                                            B 
When the time came for speaking my mind it was gone 

                 E 
The garden's overgrown 
       B 
Is the fact of the matter 
                    E 
And now it's just a field behind the house 
          B 
Where the creepers kinda swallow the light 
          C#m                E 
Where you wait for a talking snake 
               B 
For a calendar day - something you can rely on 
        G#m 
You can steady the scale 
        B                      F# 
With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong 


E                          C#m 
When I was young and not a cynic 
E                G#m 
I felt a gravity beyond the city limit  
F#                              G#m        B 
In the violent heart I couldn't start to explain it 
C#m               F# 
But all my lovers turned to friends 
C#m                        G#m 
and I'm in London singing "if it be your will" again 
F#                                              B 
When the time came for speaking my mind it was gone 


                 E 
The garden's overgrown 
       B 
Is the fact of the matter 
                    E 
And now it's just a field behind the house 
          B 
Where the creepers kinda swallow the light 
          C#m                E 
Where you wait for a talking snake 
               B 
For a calendar day - something you can rely on 
        G#m 
You can steady the scale 
        B                      F# 
With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong 



C#m                 G#m 
I miss my childhood house 
                      E 
Where my heart slowed down 
              B          G#m 
I could take control of myself there 
E         C#m       G#m 
Since our childhood homes 
     E         C#m 
Are apartments though 
          G#m     B         G#m                F# 
I've been finding I don't feel it the same way now 


                 E 
The garden's overgrown 
       B 
Is the fact of the matter 
                    E 
And now it's just a field behind the house 
          B 
Where the creepers kinda swallow the light 
          C#m                E 
Where you wait for a talking snake 
               B 
For a calendar day - something you can rely on 
        G#m 
You can steady the scale 
        B                      F# 
With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong 
        G#m 
You can steady the scale 
        B                      F# 
With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong 
G#m 
Steady the scale 
        B                      F# 
With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong