Standard (EADGBE)

Pictures of you

 That I drew in blue

Hang from the wall in my room

 and the eyes seem to taunt me

 it’s the same mistake

 that I always make

come back again and again

 like a ghost sent to haunt me

love is a fragile thing

just like an angel wing

and love makes the kind of things that bloom and grow

 and come and go with the spring

Harp bit over

 in a tiny seed

 is a secret speed

too fast to find with your mind

 it comes up sooooooooooo slow

 and I’m so confused

 and it hurts right through

knowing we both have to quit

 while something’s still growing

love is a precious thing

just like an angel wing

hope is in all the things

 that bloom and grow

 and come and go

 with the spring

Harp solo over

hearing the morning sing

and all of the wondering

what makes us hurt the things

 that bloom and grow

 I’ll never know

 but they bloom and grow

 and come and go

 with the spring

Harp endit