Am - x02210 C7M - 032000 G7 - 320001 G - 320003 Dm - xx0231 C - x32010 F7M - x03210 Dmmaj7 - xx0221 C/G - 332010 E - 022100 Dm7 - xx0211 F* - 033200 Intro: Am Esus4 Am Esus4 Am G ~ I was alone my heart was cold it was a stone, F7M E my soul was lonely like a stone - there was no moss. Am G ~ And when I danced I danced alone but then I did not dance F7M E because I *was* alone. So I did not dance. Am G _~_ F7M I shuffled through life invisible to all the happy couples who would mock E me with their merry laughter ha-ha-ha. Am G F The only sound I heard in my lonely silent world was the rusty hammer of my E Am heart nailing at the hatred in my soul. E - G - Am (quickly) [ synth strings ] G C7M But then you came, Dm Dmmaj7 Dm7 and my life was turned upside down. Dm7 G7 You showed me the beauty of the things that I had never seen. C [ Embellish with C7M , C/G and C ] Like a snowflake that melts on the eyelash of a startled deer. Dm D7M Dm7 Or the painting of a dog that wears a deerstalker and G7 Dm Dmmaj7 smokes a pipe that made you laugh so heartily, Dm7 G7 C C7M C/G but I had previously thought was rubbish. Dm Dmmaj7 Dm7 Or the duck that lands so clumsily on a frozen pond in winter G7 but the intoxicating power of our love transforms this simple act into an C C7M anthropomorphic drama where Mr. Duck's embarrassed and the other ducks are C C7M C/G laughing (quack quack quack quack quack). E/ Am AND THEN YOU LEFT! [Flamenco Style] G F E And I have died a thousand deaths and I will die a thousand more! Am G F E I thought you were an angel - you turned out to be a whore! Am G F E And everything has turned to dust! Everything is infected with the plague! E Am Why did you have to sleep with Craig? G F E "Oh he's so sensitive, he's got a tattoo." F E Yeah, carving your name with a compass in my forehead was not enough for you! F* E F* E [ Flutes ] Am G The snow flake on the eye of the dear has turned to F E puss that oozes from an open wound. F E The deer now blind it stumbles into a ravine. Am G The duck lies shredded in a pancake, F E soaking in the hoisin of your lies. Am G The dog has moved from the pipe to 60 cigarettes a day, F Dm E Am G and coughs away his life in the cold neon research lab of your betrayal. F G Am Of your betrayal...(fade) Love You Loads Nat!!