Capo II
A
I thud on a drum
E
barely a span long
Bm A
the rough barrel-beat
D
was my cradlesong
A E
You ask why I keep still
Bm D
why I don't pour it out into the night
A
You know
E Bm
You know if it rises and floats
A E A D
It effaces every piece of light
A
Foreign what my lips say
E Bm D
Foreign my hair, my dress
A E
Foreign what your eyes ask
Bm D
about this strangeness
A E
You ask why I keep still
Bm D
why I don't pour it out into the night
A
You know
E Bm
You know if it rises and float
A E A D
It effaces every piece of light
A E
When scream masses on wound
Bm D
I want to meet you
A E
When the great testimony
Bm D
from your branches trickles down
A E
Here my soul grows
Bm
'til it smashes
Bm A D
above the scene, the balcony
