Rainbows in the Dark Tilly and the Wall One, two, three, four! C, G, F C, G, F, Fm Am, G (no guitar during this part) I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove Which tagged me a naïve son [C]So the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights And they [G]stuck up their noses and [F]started some fights Their [C]parents all cackled at dirt on my hands While my [F]father was sl (guitaretab.com)