Shrike chords by Hozier (Ver. 2)

• Capo on 3rd

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Verse 1:
  A                  F#m            (A)
I couldn't utter my love when it counted
  E                        Bm           A
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now
  A                   F#m                  (A)
And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
  E                         Bm             A
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now


Chorus 1:
 A        F#m
Bites on above
  E              A
But never would form
  F#m             E        Bm            A
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
  A            F#m     E       A
Remember me love, when I'm reborn
  F#m             E             Bm         A
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

Verse 2:
  A                    F#m          (A)
Had no idea on what ground I was founded
  E                     Bm             A
All of that goodness is going with you now
  A                      F#m        (A)
Then when I met you my virtues uncounted
  E                      Bm           A
All of my goodness is going with you now


Chorus 2:
   A      F#m    E             A
Driving along, fall on your thorn
   F#m          E            Bm          A
Hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn
    A         F#m       E       A
Remember me love, when I'm reborn
    F#m                E           Bm       A
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn


Verse 3:
 A                        F#m         (A)
I fled to the city with so much discounted
 E                          Bm        A
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
  A                         F#m           (A)
Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted
  E                         Bm         A
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now


Chorus 3:
        A         F#m
I was hatched by your warmth
  E         A
Thus transformed
          F#m          E           Bm       A
By your grounded and giving and darkening scorn
     A        F#m       E     A
Remember me love, when I'm reborn
         F#m             E          Bm     A
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn