Cappo 5
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