| G | Cm | |
| Just for you with your | open hands |
| F | G | D | G | |
| Waiting for the | touch | of | man |
| G | Cm | |
| Clutching with your | blackened gloves |
| F | G | D | G | |
| You try to capture | all | the | doves |
| G | D | G | |
| That | flee | in | to |
| Cm | G | |
| The | forest be | fore you |
| Verse 2: |
| You wish to catch and cage me now |
| I wonder if you remember how |
| Hard it was to say the names |
| Of mirror dreams and cheated games |
| And on the wall |
| You framed your first lover |
| Verse 3: |
| Your form intrigues me with the glow |
| I'll remember you I know |
| Though I forgot to lock the chain |
| Around you with a prayer for rain |
| To bring the call |
| To drive you back into my bed |
| D | |
| Ahhh.... |
| She turns away |
| Telling me to follow for a while |
| Ahhh.... |
| She waits |
| Cm | D | |
| You'd be touched if | you would touch |
| Cm | D | |
| But you only | reach and taunt |
| G | Cm | |
| Will my taste stay | grey and blue |
| F | G | D | G | |
| If I try to | turn | from | you |
| **** |
| Listen to the song to find out how it goes. |
| The intro is just electric guitars over a G chord. |
| I could have tabbed it, but, oh well... |
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| ****submitted by Hirsch Freeman***** |
| ****comments and corrections are**** |
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