| E | A | Asus4 | A | |
| Sheets of empty | canvas |
| E | A | Asus4 | A | |
| untouched | sheets of clay |
| E | A | |
| Were laid spread out be | fore me |
| E | |
| as her | body once did |
| E | A | Asus4 | A | |
| All five hor | izons, |
| E | A | Asus4 | A | |
| revolved a | round her soul | (as the earth to the | sun) |
| E | A | |
| Now the air I | tasted and breathed, |
| E | |
| has | taken a turn |
| C | Em | |
| Oooh | and all I know I taught her was... every | thing |
| C | Em | |
| Oooh | I know she gave all... that | she wore |
| D | |
| And now my | bitter hands |
| C | |
| Chafe be | neath the clouds |
| Em | |
| Of what was every | thing |
| D | C | |
| Oh the | pictures have, all been | washed in black |
| Em | |
| Tatooed every | thing. |
| E | A | Asus4 | A | |
| I | take a | walk outside |
| E | A | Asus4 | A | |
| I'm sur | rounded by some | kids at play |
| E | A | |
| I can feel their | laughter |
| E | |
| So | why do I sear |
| C | Em | |
| Ooh | and twisted thoughts they spin... round my | head (I'm spinnin') |
| C | Em | |
| Oooh I'm | spinning how quick the sun can | drop away-ay-ay-ay-ay |
| D | |
| And my | bitter hands |
| C | |
| Cradle | broken glass |
| Em | |
| Of what was every | thing |
| D | C | |
| All the | pictures had all been | washed in black |
| Em | |
| Tatooed everything |
| D | |
| All the | love gone bad |
| C | |
| turned my | world to black |
| D | |
| tatooed all | I see |
| C | |
| All that | I am |
| Em | D | C | |
| All that I'll | be... | yeaah-heah |
| Em | |
| I | know some day you'll have a beautiful life |
| D | |
| I | know you'll be a sun, |
| C | Em | D | |
| In | somebody elses sky, | why, why | why |
| C | Em | D | C | Em | |
| can't it be | , can't it be | mine | . |
after, "the air has turned," there aren't other words... the other part is "cradle broken glass"