Chords with lyrics
Difficulty: 0
Verse:
A augmentedA G+G F#F#
Deep within your eyes, I see what hides behind...your smile
A augmentedA G+G F#F#
What happened out there to make you so scared as to chase these wicked minds(?)
A augmentedA G+G F#F#
How many have come and gone, another brother another son...another passerby
A augmentedA G+G F#F#
So many ways to say, lies find their way to the image in your mind.
Chorus:
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
It's not all it seems when some gardens green
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends
B minorBm G+G D MajorD
Let it in, let's begin..
Verse:
A augmentedA G+G F#F#
Saw you sitting there on a boat on a chair, down a river smooth and wide
A augmentedA G+G F#F#
On the shore I stare with our people standing there as a mother floats on by
A augmentedA G+G F#F#
As the river took her in a storm did begin and blew the sky away
Chorus:
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
It's not all it seems when some gardens green
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends
B minorBm G+G D MajorD G+G D MajorD
Let it in, let's begin ooh let it in , let's begin
Bridge:
A minorAm C majorC G+G D MajorD
I remember you walking through the park a red star
A minorAm C majorC
Archer pulls his bow and aims for his mark
Verse:
A augmentedA G+G F#F#
This tapestry we weave black thread and bright string on a loom of tears and time
A augmentedA G+G F#F#
The fire all but dead a cold lays round the bed as she whispers all a lie......its all a lie
Chorus:
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
It's not all it seems when some gardens green
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine
B minorBm E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends
G+G D MajorD