Song for Zula Phosphorescent Some say l[E]ove is a b[B]urning thing That it [C#m]makes a fiery r[A]ing Oh but I know [E]love as a [B]fading thing Just as f[C#m]ickle as a feather in a [A]stream See, honey, I saw l[E]ove. You see, it came to [B]me It put its [C#m]face up to my face so I could [A]see Yeah then I saw [E]love disfigure [B]me Into som[C#m]ething I am not recogn[A]izing See, the cage, it c[E]alled. I said, "[B]Come on in" I will not [C#m]open myself up this way [A]again Nor (guitaretab.com)