Tom: Am
Am F C G
In my dream you were beautiful, backlit, noble
Am F C G
In the lowlight of the window, you were leaning on the edge
Am F C G
The high rises and billboards, for perfume and call girls
Am F C G
The steam above the dark road, the smoke around your head
[Verse 2]
Am F C G
I knew you by description, the tall tales, the pictures
Am F C G
Your short hair and your lipstick, the smell of coming rain
Am F C G
I wanted to remain there, a voyeur, a stranger
Am F C G
Below you in the night air, just waiting to be changed
[Verse 3]
Am F C G
Eyeliner and nylons, the calm upon your face drawn
Am F C G
Revealing next to nothing, a deal you don’t believe
Am F C G
The bible in a locked drawer, the past you gave it up for
Am F C G
The hymnal and the comfort in exchange for living free
[Verse 4]
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And lined up with the laundry, your slacks and all your stockings
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Suit jacket and the soft things you dance in when you dream
Am F C G
The neighbors never mention, the woman they see leaving
Am F C G
Is the man who works the morning shift selling gasoline
[Verse 5]
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In my dream you were stone still, shadowed, half built
Am F C G
A masterpiece of pure will, just waiting on the world
Am F G
To gaze upon your body, a razor on a rough cheek
Am F G
The blaze of burning beauty, the saved and the worth saving
Am F G
A hallelujah waiting to raise the heavy curtains
Am F G
A play with no good ending, a prayer that never mentioned
Am F C G
The glory of the question and the answer is the same
