verse 1 Em G A Em Beating my drum in the fading hour, G A Em biting my tongue, but the blood is sour, G A Em G pulling up most of the foxgloves Em A Em from the ground, ready to devour. verse 2 Em G A Em If I had seen any other way, G A Em if it had been any other day, G A Em G would I be rowdy and shouting Em A Em to be heard from the alleyway? Em A Em To be heard from the alleyway A E Too long at the head of the table, A G too unseen, like light in a dream, A G blue mind weary, but able A Em blue mind weary, but able verse 3 Em G A Em Everything splayed, getting cut out, G A Em just to be staged for the photograph, G A Em G just to be one day sung and played Em A Em for the length of a paragraph Em A Em For the length of a paragraph A E Too long swinging around (words?) A G too unseen, like light in a dream, A G blue mind weary, but able A Em blue mind weary, but able verse 1 Em G A Em Beating my drum in the fading hour, G A Em biting my tongue, but the blood is sour, G A Em G pulling up most of the foxgloves Em A Em from the ground, ready to devour Em A E From the ground, ready to devour.