Junkyard

(início)

F                                Gm
You, me, and all the kings and queens
Buried in the junkyard,
F                                Gm
And every time the herald Cherub sings
We rattle with the car parts
F                            Gm
I was born to lie here patiently
Be dragged on by the black star
F                                 Gm
And you were told to glow majestically
And love until your hands bleed
F                               Gm
You stole your mother's whitest gown
Swallowed like a sunbeam
F                                  Gm
And I stole your father's crusted crown
It shook us like a bad dream
F                         Gm
They warned to lie impatiently
Waiting for the big swing
F                                     Gm
And you were more than dressing for a feast
Eat until your teeth bleed
C                Bb              Am
Oh my royalty my hand goes out to you
           Bb       Am
You look painfully true
      Bb       C
But I saw you cry
         Bb       C
Like you used to laugh
         Bb        C
When you looked around
         Bb         C
Were you looking back
     Bb       C
At a lonely love
      Bb         C
As to sprouting beans
         Bb        C
No one's quite as bloom
        Bb      C
As they play to be
        Bb       C
I would love to stay
       Bb        C
But my work is through
        Bb       C
I'm the truest song
        Bb       C
That was never true