| E | E7 | A | |
| There's pictures in my mind I've | never seen be | fore. |
| E | E7 | A | B7 | |
| There's emptiness I | find my love and | yes there's even | more. |
| A | B7 | |
| There's | loneliness that cuts me like a knife |
| A | B7 | E | |
| And I | wish I had a | taste of you to | night. |
| This bottle in my hand is now apart of me. |
| it cools the fire that burns and burns and clouds my memory. |
| It makes the wrongs I've done to you seem right. |
| But I still need a taste of you tonight. |
| B7 | E | |
| The pictures keep on | changin' |
| B7 | A | E | |
| With ev'ry drink I drink they | rear | range. |
| D | A | |
| And through the fog I see what I never coul | d |
| B7 | E | |
| And I re | member than once we | had it good. |
| There's pictures in my mind I've never seen before. |
| There's emptiness I find my love and yes there's even more. |
| There's loneliness that cuts me like a knife |
| And I wish I had a taste of you tonight. |
| I wish I had a taste of you tonight. |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |