Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

I know a girl with cuts on her legs.

I think that she hates the way she was made,

but we never spoke of why they were there,

I just squeezed them and kissed them

‘til we both felt a bit better.

And now I’ve returned to the town where she dwells;

that small lonely cabin her grandfather built,

I suppose that’s where she’s imprisoned herself,

to write all those words she’s too scared to tell –

those sad, short stories of a girl curled up in her shell.

Night and day she tends to the bar.

She pours the drinks, they pour out their hearts.

All that sorrow and al-co-hol

weighs hard on her thoughts,

 so she writes them down

.

she loves them all.

And when we’d make love

she’d stare in my eyes….

I swore we had met a thousand times.

Thousands of lives, thousands of nights….

 She’d written within a thousand lines.

(pause)

Night and day she tends to her bar.

She pours me a drink for my thirsty heart.

All my sorrow’s in al-co-hol…

she holds up the cup to my parched lips

 for a kiss.