The Line That Ties Me
Bm The walls are talking D and the only person A who can hear me Bm is nearly gone. D I stand by your bedside, A on the edge of words G That I can't say, Bm for the fear that I might fall. Bm Maybe I'm afraid that D the pictures that I paint, A Won't capture Bm the beauty of you. D And the last thing that you hear A is the silence in your ears, G As I sink beneath the weight Bm of it all. Em I could call you my lover, A call you a beast, D C Call you the island, G where faith doesn't reach. Em Call you a lion, A call you a man, D C G You're the line that ties me to things. Bm I don't understand. Your smile as you wither, is as pretty as the picture, You wouldn't sell to the lady next door. You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price, It's for the heart, I should give it away, Use it for the freedom of us all. I could call you my lover, call you a beast, Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach. Call you a lion, call you a man, You're the line that ties me to things. I don't understand.