Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh Bright Eyes Intro: E --------2-----------2-------------------------------------| G ----------2-----------2----------3-2----------------------| B ------2-----2-----2-----2--------2-2---------4------------| D ----4---------4-0----------0---2-----2----4--4------------| A -----------------------------0------------2--2--2h4p2-----| E ----------------------------------------------------------|

^F#mThe phone^D slips from a^A loos^Bme grip ^F#mWords were mi^Dssed, then some ^Aapolo^Bmgy ^F#mI didn't want to t^Dell you this No, it's j^Aust some guy she's b^Bmeen hanging out ^F#mwith I don't k^Dnow, the past couple of we^Aeks, I g^Bmuess

^F#mThank you and hang ^Dup the phone Let the ^Afuneral start, hear the ca^Bmsket close Let's ^F#mpin split-black ri^Dbbon to your ^Aoverco^Bmat ^F#mThe laughter pours from u^Dnder doors in this ho^Ause I don't underst^Bmand that sound no ^F#mmore Seems artific^Dial, like a T^A.V. s^Get

^BmHaligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh This we^Aight, it must be satisfied You of^Gfer only one reply You k^Anow not what you do As you t^Bmear and tear your hair from roots Of t^Ahat same head you've twice removed Now a l^Gock of hair you said would prove Our l^Aove would never die Well, ha ha ha ^Bm

^F#mI remember^D everything The wo^Ards we spoke on fr^Bmeezing South S^F#mtreet All those mornings wat^Dching you G^Aet ready for sc^Bmhool ^F#mYou combed your hair in^Dside that mirror The one you^A painted blue And g^Bmlued with jewelry t^F#mears Something about those br^Dight colors Would always m^Aake you feel b^Bmetter

^F#mBut now we speak with ru^Dined tongues And the w^Aords we say aren't m^Bmeant for any^F#mone It's just a mumbled sen^Dtence to A pa^Assing ^Bmacquaintance

But there was once you

^F#mYou said you hate my suf^Dfering, and you ^Aunderstood And y^Bmou'd take care of ^F#mme You'd always ^Dbe there Well, wh^Aere are you now^G'

^BmHaligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh The p^Alans were never finalized But l^Geft to hang like yarn and twine Dan^Agling before my eyes As you ^Bmtear and tear your hair from roots From t^Ahat same head that you have twice removed Now, a l^Gock of hair you said would prove Our l^Aove would never die And I s^Bming and sing of awful things The ple^Aasure that my sadness brings As my fi^Gngers press onto the strings Yet an^Aother clumsy chord

^BmHaligh, Haligh, an awful lie This we^Aight would now be satisfied I'm gonna g^Give you only one reply I k^Anow not who I am But I ^Bmtalk in the mi^Grror To the str^Aanger that ap^Dpears Our conversations are circles^G Always one si^Gded, nothing is cl^Aear Except we k^Bmeep coming b^Gack To this me^Aaning that I l^Dack He says the choices were given^Bm And now, you must l^Give them Or just not li^Ave But do you want t^Bmhat'

-Anders Johnsson

Bright Eyes - Haligh haligh a lie haligh