Verse:
Just a [Em]moment dear
I hear [Bm]someone at the door
And the [Am]beating of a heart
That I [D]hid beneath the floor
They've [C]come for [B]me love
[Em] Save yourself
I am [Bm]far beyond repair
They will [Am]bury me alive
But I'm [D]not inclined to care
I am [C]too far [B]gone now
Interlude:
[Em]
So [Am]dry your eyes an[Em]and count to ten
They'l[Bm]They'll have me on the[D]the pyre by then
Fo[Am]Forget the man I [Em]used to be
You'll m[Bm]move a long more[D]more easily
a [Em]moment dear
I hear [Bm]someone in the hall
And the [Am]plundering of promises
We [D]hung up on the wall
They've [C]come for [B]us love
[Em]Save yourself I am[Bm]am bitter to the bone
And I'm [Am]growing rather fond
Of the [D]wandering alone
I am [C]too far [B]gone now
Interlude:
[Em]
So [Am]dry your eyes and [Em]count to ten
They'l[B]They'll have [Bm]me on th[D]the pyre by then
For[Am]Forget the man I [Em]used to be
You'll [Bm]move a long more[D]more easily
[Em]Now I must[Bm]must finish what I[D]I started
[Em] I'll write a s[Bm]symphony for t[D]the departed
[Em]I have no[Bm]no time for secon[D]second chances
So I[Em] survive on b[Bm]
ourbon, blood, and[D] backward glances
[F] So the scene begins
[Bm] Your cries become the wind
[C] a desperate plea best lef[Em]left unheard
[F] Then my contrived goodbye
[Bm] a poet's pantomime
[C] a drunken jester's final [D]words
Interlude:
[Dm] [D]
Just a [Em]moment dear
I hear [Bm]someone at the door
And the [Am]beating of a heart
that I [D]hid beneath the floor
They've [C]come for [B]us love
[Em]Now I must[Bm]must finish what [D]I started
[Em] I'll write a sy[Bm]symphony for t[D]the departed
[Em]I have no[Bm]no time for second[D]second chances
So I s[Em]survive on [Bm]bourbon, blood, and[D]and backward glances
[Em]Now I must[Bm]must finish what [D]I started
[Em] I'll write a sy[Bm]symphony for t[D]the departed
[Em]I have no[Bm]no time for second[D]second chances
So I s[Em]survive on [Bm]bourbon, blood, and[D]and backward glances
So [Am]dry your eyes [Em]and count to ten
[Bm]They’ll have me on the[D]the pyre by then