
Cooper And The Playwright chords by Yaelokre
Guitar chords with lyrics
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Intro: Dm* C* A* Am7 Verse 1: Dm A Lumber the hall towards where it all happens Bb Am7 Happened a hero who’ve woken an instance Dm A Scents are a jasmine, of woodbine and fodder Bb Am7* Warrior, declarant, had taken their armour Verse 2: Dm A Off to amuse not the playwright, oh brother Bb Am7 They are not musing on neither your land Dm A Nor the mountains, the ocean, the sun on your hand Bb* Am7 Collywobbles, ser Cooper, aren’t you ready to snap?
Verse 3: Dm A Just by observance, you can’t even see Bb Am7 Through the smallest of spectacles, you huff and you heave Dm A As if walls have been breached betwixt tiresome war Bb Am7 Am7* One was meant to protect, not to turn to some whore, oh! Verse 4: Dm A You’ve done it again, mind off eld, mouth on shoulder Bb Am7 Breath on your knuckles, your neck is on fire Dm A Out of my, out of my, out of my head! Bb* A* Am7* Calm your horses, you haystack, you’ve all but finesse. Verse 5: Dm A Bale under blankets of stars or their savour Bb Am7 Ink-blotted patches you drowned yourself in Dm A Dream until dawn, till you’re done with the quill Bb Am7 Am7* Unscripted knight, yesternight wasn't real Verse 6: Dm A Though you've awakened with no weight, a gauntlet Bb Am7 Guard brace unfastened, your memory’s unkept Dm A Burst all your bubbles, you’re here in the now Bb* A* Am7 The candles are lit, yet your author is down, and Chorus: Dm A Ever so silent, though rarely serene Bb Am7 Traces of pigment and varnish Dm A Rag over easel, a sight to behold Bb* A* Am7 They’re asleep, take a peak, tell us what was untold Bridge: Dm A As it turns out, it wasn’t ALL imagination Bb Am7 A recreation of a moment by the you who did never know Dm A How it is to be portrayed so wonderfully by just and just so Bb* A* Am7* You are thoughtless, fictitious, your wordsmith, smitten Dm A Oh! Is this what you wanted? For your quest to be rewarded Bb Am7 You’re no better than a harpy, but this may be your best work yet! Dm A Fool, you’ve withheld, do you suppose the hound is in town? Bb Am7 Am7* You’ve long veered from virtue, you’ve cut yourself down Chorus: Dm A Ever so silent, though rarely serene Bb Am7 Traces of pigment and varnish Dm A Rag over easel, a sight to behold Bb* A* Am7* I must leave, and believe there is none to be told
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