Standard (EADGBE)
Pictures of you
That I drew in blue
Hang from the wall in my room
and the eyes seem to taunt me
its the same mistake
that I always make
come back again and again
like a ghost sent to haunt me
love is a fragile thing
just like an angel wing
and love makes the kind of things that bloom and grow
and come and go with the spring
Harp bit over
in a tiny seed
is a secret speed
too fast to find with your mind
it comes up sooooooooooo slow
and Im so confused
and it hurts right through
knowing we both have to quit
while somethings still growing
love is a precious thing
just like an angel wing
hope is in all the things
that bloom and grow
and come and go
with the spring
Harp solo over
hearing the morning sing
and all of the wondering
what makes us hurt the things
that bloom and grow
Ill never know
but they bloom and grow
and come and go
with the spring
Harp endit