Tone: [Gbm]
Intro:
[Gbm]Ah, [D]ah, [Bm]ah-a[Db7]ah-ah, ah
[Gbm]Ah, [D]ah, [Bm]ah-a[Db7]ah-ah, ah
Verse 1:
She [Gbm]looked like a painting by a [D]Pre-Raphaelite
With [Bm]red hair cascadin', past her [Db7]slopin' sad eyes, if
[Gbm]Rossetti could've seen her, how [D]he would've cried, and
[Bm]He didn't have words like [Db7]mine
[Gbm]Auburn hair tucked into the neck of her
[D]Father's blue cable-knit fisherman vest, so [Bm]when
I tuck my locks into the collar of my [Db7]shirt
From time to time, I think of [Gbm]her
Pre-chorus:
And I'm [Bm]everything that she isn't, and I [Gbm]would
Make myself in her image if I [Db7]could
If I didn't know better, if I didn't know [Gbm]more
[Bm]She sits on velvet in [Gbm]candlelight
Collaterally illuminating all [Db7]my
Inadequacies, I spent my life building [Gbm]pedestals
Chorus:
And I get the [D]feeling that when it's dark, she[Gbm]she glows
She dances [D]naked, my body, I could never [Gbm]show
She's in a [D]painting and I'm out of [Gbm]it
And I make [D]things, but she's made out of [Gbm]it
Post-chorus:
She's made out of[D]of it, out of[Gbm]of it
She's made out of [D]it, out of [Gbm]it
[Gbm]She's made out of it
Verse 2:
[Gbm]I once watched as we sat by the stream
Her [D]pluck a pink magnolia straight from the tree
Without a [Bm]care in the world, that flower, she did eat
So [Db7]nonchalant, speaking to [Gbm]me
Pre-chorus:
And there was a [Bm]time I was certain, I was [Gbm]sure
She grew straight from the earth on her [Db7]pedestal
But here in the dirt, I know her better, I know her [Gbm]more
And I'd be [Bm]subject to her laughter, if she ever did [Gbm]know
Those things shaped me after into my skin [Db7]sewn
Even she is a patchwork and how I enjoy the [Gbm]fall
Chorus:
I get the [D]feeling that when it's dark, she [Gbm]glows
It's in her [D]nature, not any kind of [Gbm]show
She's in a [D]painting, and I'm out of [Gbm]it
And I make [D]things, and she's made out of [Gbm]it
Post-chorus:
She's made out of[D]of it, out of[Gbm]of it
She's made out of [D]it, out of [Gbm]it
She's made out of it
Bridge:
(nc)
Red hair tucked into a blue sweater
(nc)
Hand-knit pink magnolia petals
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And men swear blood oaths for their Helen
But she [Bsus2]needs no such defender
[Gbm]Spider writing on her [E]letters
I know her [D]more, I know her [Bm]better
I know her [Gbm]flaws, and I've known [E]heaven
I [D]know her [Bm]more, and
Chorus:
I get the [D]feeling that when it's dark, she[Gbm]she glows
That it's in her [D]nature, not any kind of [Gbm]show
She's in a [D]painting, and I'm out of [Gbm]it
And I make [D]things, and she's made out of [Gbm]it
Post-chorus:
She's made out of [D]it, out of [Gbm]it
She's made out of [D]it, out of [Gbm]it
She's made out of it
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