Part I: avy breaths. Part II: Dm C B-flat Oh how she smiles form vicarious love from the one he writes about. Dm C B-flat She must have been so glad for him to throw it out Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle. Again the words contained have bled the page. Who's tears were these which ran the ink? From who they poured to make this streak? Were they his by chance from telling her? Or hers by chance from reading it? They could have been collective, they could have been from some (guitaretab.com)