| Em | |
| Trouble, more trouble can you get anymore |
| D | |
| Slow bubble boiling on the | bedroom floor |
| Em | |
| Lonely ain't lonely, someone calling at the door |
| D | Em | |
| Someone | lovely and she's bringing bad | news |
| Em | |
| She clenches and she cries and she lays on the stairs |
| D | |
| Pounding on the earth and | yanking at her hairs |
| Em | |
| And showing such fear at being found unawares |
| D | Em | |
| To be | here and be bringing bad | news |
| (Chorus) |
| D | Em | |
| Well, | something bad happens and a | lot of people go |
| D | Em | |
| Bad them | selves, that's how awful it | is |
| D | Em | |
| Turning half the heart into | something hard and dark |
| D | Em | |
| And | she had to bring here | this |
| Well, she's told, « Hold your buttons and look at the sky |
| Someone will fix things if you let your face dry |
| Keep your face near the earth and your heart beat high |
| And you may transcend the bad news » |
| (Chorus) |
| D | Em | |
| For | all hammers and | nails |
| D | Em | |
| For | all leaves and | winds |
| Am | B7 | |
| For | all love amb | itions |
| F | E | D | Am | |
| And | enemies and | friends |
| She shakes her face so fiercely that all her features go |
| She lays like a monkey unclothed in the snow |
| And her voice it decays and before it does she goes, |
| « I will never again deliver bad news » |
| (Chorus) |
| B | |
| Mm, hey little bird hey little bird |
| F# | F#7 | |
| Thank you for | not letting go of me when | I let go of you |
| Hey little bird hey little bird |
| Thank you for not letting go of me when I let go of you |
| (Hey little bird hey little bird) |
| Thank you for not (letting go of me when I let go of you) |