Night Terrors Wild Sweet Orange
This is my first tab so bear with me.
[C]follow the black marks on the floor
[Am]fallen through the bathroom door
[G]on his face, that's how it fi[F]nds you
[C]you built an alter of books and melting wax
[Am]sackcloth and his panic attacks
[G]smears his eyes with the candle a[F]sh
[C]and oh, does God have a sound[B]?
[Am]like a family laughing loud?
or a gar[F]den gate ope[G]ning to
a world you never found.[C]
but not everything's a met[B]aphor
you know somethings just [Am]are
like the w[F]ay she slams her b[G]edroom door
that doesn't mean a thing[C]
[C] [Am] [G] [F]
[C]he tied a dirty towel around his waist
[Am]washes his feet with the tears from his face
[G]aint it a shame, that's how you f[F]ind him?
[C]in the darkest closet behind the veil
in his s[Am]weet and haunted hour of prayer
[G]his hands and feet claw the a[F]ir
[C]and oh, does God have a soun[B]d?
like a little girl crying o[Am]ut
from the attic of her[F] house
where she h[G]id herself for d[C]ays
but everything's a met[B]aphor
to blood stained over the d[Am]oor
to the bread crumbs on the fl[F]oor
everything means some[G]thing.