Black Water Child

Capotraste 5ª casa

Tom: C

C                        Em F
Down here underneath the microscope,
                C
it's hard to cope.

don't hide your face in your hands,
Em                       F
'cause if your eyes play tricks,
                   C      F
it's outta my control.

          G                   C   F
it's gonna be a long cold winter.
                 G                       C
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child


if you don't love me, well, don't shove me
out into the dark
without a flashlight or a spark.
any stitches cling like bitches to my arms
for all my charms.

it's gonna be a crooked little winter
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child

C F

              G    Em
she's walking home
                      F
to the devil's flowers.
              G    Em
the broken bones
             F
of heavy hours.
                 G    Em
we stayed out late,
                      F
it's a lighthouse trait.
                G  Em  F  F C      C
and we'll take our time      Time