| F | C | Bb | |
| When you were young you were the | king of carrot | flowers |
| F | C | Bb | |
| and how you built a tower | tumbling through the | trees |
| C | Bb | F | Bb | F | C | Bb | |
| In holy rattlesnakes that | fell all 'round y | our feet |
| F | C | Bb | |
| and your mom would stick a fork right | into daddy's s | houlder |
| F | C | Bb | |
| and dad would throw the garbage | all across the f | loor |
| C Bb (F Bb F C Bb repeat x2) |
| as we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for |
| F | C | Bb | |
| and this is the room one aftern | oon I knew I could | love you |
| F | C | Bb | |
| and from above you how I | sank into your | soul |
| C | Bb | F | Bb | F | C | Bb | |
| into that secret place where | no one d | ares to go |
| F | C | Bb | |
| and your mom would drink till she | was no longer | speaking |
| F | C | Bb | |
| and dad would dream of all the | different ways to | die |
| C Bb (F Bb F C Bb repeat x4) |
| each on a little more than he could dare to try |