VERSE
Am Em Bm Am
Are we to speak, first day of the week
G D
Stumbling words at the bar
Am Em Bm Am
Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries
G D
Long island kindness and wine
Am Em Bm Am
Beloved of John, I get it all wrong
G D
I read you for some kind of poem
Am Em Bm Am
Covered in lines, the fossils I find
G D
Have they no life of their own?
CHORUS
Em Bm C
So can we pretend sweetly
G D
Before the mystery ends?
C G
I am a man with a heart that offends
D
With its lonely and greedy demands
Em D G C G D
There’s only a shadow of me; in a manner of speaking I'm dead
