Blouse - Into black

^AYou're like a picture ^F#mYou know you'll never be the same thing again ^ABut it's a strike of lightning ^F#mEvery time you look Every time you listen ^AWhat do the gods know? ^F#mThey'll never see the stars look as small as this ^AAnd you're a strike of lightning ^F#mMaking up a sky for the gods to kiss with

^AAh-ah-ah-ah-^F#mah ^C#mI want to watch it f^Eade into ^AAh-ah-ah-ah-^F#mah ^C#mI want to watch it f^Eade into black

^AWhat of the missle? ^F#mDoesn't even own its own way to go ^AThat's not the way they made you ^F#mThe colors in your eyes look like a stained glass window ^AWhen your tears fall ^F#mYou never really see them when they hit the ground ^ABut when they do they rise back ^F#mOver to the gods raining on the god ground

^AAh-ah-ah-ah-^F#mah ^C#mI want to watch it ^Efade into ^AAh-ah-ah-ah-^F#mah ^C#mI want to watch it ^Efade into black ^AAh-ah-ah-ah-^F#mah ^C#mI want to watch it ^Efade into ^AAh-ah-ah-ah-^F#mah ^C#mI want to watch it ^Efade into black