(This is based on the version from "In The Pines".) (Single Strums for this first part.) C It's only an image of her G Just a trick of the light G I have a letter, familiar paper. D I keep a figurine in a locket G It's dedicated, engraved initials. D Yellow photograph in a pocketbook
(This is the Chorus) D Well the rim of her mouth is golden, C But her eyes were just desert sands. G But that's not her. G That's just the light. G Only an image of her. G Just a trick of the light. I have a letter, gives me directions Name of the street where I should turn. Spoke to a woman that burst into flames Saying "back to you honey, no returns". (Chorus) I was beating on her like an anvil. Beating her out of original shape. With that same old panic, caught on her face I copied the image of the ancient template. (Chorus) (Instrumental Break) There's a man, sowing sunflowers, There's a woman, weeping weeds. You can find no rest in sleep, You can find no peace in greed. (Chorus) x2
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