Damien Jurado - Beacon hill

^CKeeping you close, fal^Cling behind ^Fmaj7I lost my voice, you lost your mind ^CYou say you’re not well, I say you’re fine ^{C Fmaj7}Walking with me through the aisles of a drugstore

^CIf you return to me, oh, i^Fmaj7f you return t^Co me

^CYour mother’s a fake, a phantom who ste^Cals ^Fmaj7The smile on your face is not what you feel ^CI’ll check you in if you che^Cck me out ^Fmaj7Some lonesome wrist cutter who says I’m her brother

^CIf you return to me, oh, i^Fmaj7f you return t^Co me [Verse 3] ^CWas I the ghost of ^Cone of your voices ^Fmaj7You hear in your head when you're out killing horses ^CWho's taken my place ^Cwho's taking you home ^Fmaj7I don't think it's safe to turn out the nightlight

^CIf you return to me, oh, i^Fmaj7f you return t^Co me [Verse 4] ^CI read your reviews, I studied the l^Cines ^Fmaj7I know them so well, my life’s now a trage^Fdy ^COne for the road, two for the p^Clan ^Fmaj7And I will be fine, as long as you take me

^CIf you return to me, oh, i^Fmaj7f you return t^Co me

^CIt’s ^Gall ri^Fmaj7ght, baby ^CIt’s a^Gll rig^Fmaj7ht, baby ^CIt’s a^Gll rig^Fmaj7ht, babe ^CIt’s a^Gll rig^Fmaj7ht