Tom: G
C
It's only an image of her
D G
Just a trick of the light
G
I have a letter, familiar paper.
C D
I keep a figurine in a locket
G
It's dedicated, engraved initials.
C D
Yellow photograph in a pocketbook
(This is the Chorus)
C D
Well the rim of her mouth is golden,
G C
But her eyes were just desert sands.
C G
But that's not her.
C G
That's just the light.
C G
Only an image of her.
D G
Just a trick of the light.
I have a letter, gives me directions
Name of the street where I should turn.
Spoke to a woman that burst into flames
Saying "back to you honey, no returns".
(Chorus)
I was beating on her like an anvil.
Beating her out of original shape.
With that same old panic, caught on her face
I copied the image of the ancient template.
(Chorus)
(Instrumental Break)
There's a man, sowing sunflowers,
There's a woman, weeping weeds.
You can find no rest in sleep,
You can find no peace in greed.
