Am Am/G Bb A7 Dm
C#maj7/F
Like some sepulchral tableaux,
F
I sit frozen holding your hand.
C#maj7/F
Though I'm trying to think only,
C
Positive thoughts I understand.
Bb
That this tomorrow,
Fmaj7
May not be the tomorrow that,
Bb Fmaj7
Your eviscerating suffering will end, oh.
Bb C
Will you ever be yourself again?
Single notes: F G F A D F G
Gmaj7
F
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
Gm F
She ain't doin' well.
A Dm F Gm
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless.
G C
Her psyche's cracked or, anyhow,
Am Bb A
She ain't speakin' now.
Dm Dsus2 Dm
Nightfall, like some leaden sea,
Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed.
Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head.
I can't repel the snaking veil of morbidity,
That's disfiguring the seraph of your face.
Oh, the organism's been debased.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain't doin' well,
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche's shattered or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.
A
You scream that the books,
Are falling off the shelf onto you,
F G
But I can't see them.
E
Your hallucination ravings,
I'm writing them all down so,
Bb
You can read them,
C
When your mind no longer aches,
And your febrility breaks.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain't doin' well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche's cracked or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain't doin' well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche's shattered or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.
Dm