[ Предположительная тональность: C ] C G The water washed us regal, F the seven hands regain. Am C The little hell with haste would keel, F G and the hate in us retreat. C G Your arms were screened in halos, F your stuttered light reborn; Am C your open shell would crack and cave F G until his name was sworn. F G Spilled on open canvas, F G your spine was all in bloom, Am F and it had been gently handled, ( G ) C then broken to make room C G for more heart and bigger lungs, F the space in you was filled; Am C the white ceiling from which you'd hung, F G the shadows you had spilled. C G In driven light you stared through me, F in dark rooms we would touch; Am C my nerves would grow and heart would shrink, F G and they would stiffen up. F G Statuesque with broken backs, F G we crawled in open air, Am F and everything that we had lacked ( G ) C revealed and repaired. F G Pale skin in blackened dress, F G you danced like darkness would; Am F if only I was fearless, G C I was braver in boyhood.