Hanging In The Gallery Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

 IDs it the painteGr or the pDicture

EmHanging in the galleDry?

EmAdmired by countless thoDusands

 Who atteEmmpt to read the seDcrets

 Of his visGion of his veAry soul.

 Is it the paintGer or the piDcture

EmHanging in the gaDllery?

 Or Emis it but a stDill life

 Of his oEmwn interpretatDion

 Of the wEmay that God had mDade us

 In the imaGge oAf His eDye?

 Is it the scuGlptor or the sDculpture

Emstanding in the gaDllery?

EmTouched by fleeting sDtrangers

 Who dEmesire to feel the stDrength of hands

 That realisGed a fAorm of life.

 Is it the sculGptor or the scDulpture

Emstanding in the gaDllery?

 Or Emis it but the teDnderness

 With whiEmch his hands were guDided

 To disEmcard the uneDssentials

 And reveGal the pAerfect tDruth?

 Is it the actGor or the drDama

EmPlaying to the gaDllery?

EmHeard in every coDrner

 Of the theEmatre of crDuelty\par

 That mGasks the humour Ain his speech.

 Is it the aGctor or the dDrama

EmPlaying to the gallDery?

 Or iEms it but the chDaracter

 Of aEmny single mDember of the auEmdience

 That fDorms the plot

 Of eGach and eAvery pDlay?

 Is it the siGnger or his liDkeness

EmHanging in the gaDllery?

EmTongue black, still and swDollen,

 His eyes sEmtaring from their socDkets,

 He is siGlent now, will siAng no more.

 Is it the sGinger or his liDkeness

EmHanging in the gDallery?

 Or iEms it but his coDnscience,

 InsEmecurity, and lonDeliness,

 When dEmestiny becDomes at last

 The causGe oDf hAis deDmise?