(Single Strums for this first part.)
C
It's only an image of her
D G
Just a trick of the light
G
I have a letter, familiar paper.
C D
I keep a figurine in a locket
G
It's dedicated, engraved initials.
C D
Yellow photograph in a pocketbook
(This is the Chorus)
C D
Well the rim of her mouth is golden,
G C
But her eyes were just desert sands.
C G
But that's not her.
C G
That's just the light.
C G
Only an image of her.
D 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
(Second time through the chorus, miss the first two lines and start at "Oh that's not her...".)
