Damien Jurado - Beacon hill

^CKeeping you close, ^Cfalling behind ^FI lost my voice, ^Fyou lost your mind You ^Csay you’re not well, I ^Csay that you’re fine ^FWalking with me through the ^Faisles of a drugstore ^CIf you return to ^Fme, oh, ^Cif you return to ^Fme

Your ^Cmother’s a fake, a ^Cphantom who steals The ^Fsmile on your face is ^Fnot what you feel ^CI’ll check you in if ^Cyou check me out Some ^Flonesome wrist cutter who ^Fsays I’m her brother Oh, ^Cif you return to ^Fme, oh, ^Cif you return to ^Fme

^CWas I the ghost of ^Cone of your voices You ^Fhear in your head when you’re ^Fout killing horses Who’s ^Ctaken my place, who’s ^Ctaking you home I ^Fdon’t think it’s safe to ^Fturn out the nightlight And ^Cif you return to ^Fme, oh, ^Cif you return to ^Fme

I ^Cread your reviews, I ^Cstudied the lines I ^Fknow them so well, my ^Flife’s now a tragedy ^COne for the road, ^Ctwo for the plan And ^FI will be fine, as ^Flong as you take me And ^Cif you return to ^Fme, oh, ^Cif you return to ^Fme

^CIt’s ^Gall ^Fright, baby ^CIt’s ^Gall ^Fright, baby ^CIt’s ^Gall ^Fright, babe ^CIt’s ^Gall ^Fright ^C