Damien Jurado - Fool maria

^A When you hide away the ^Bm/Adaylight The ^Athief, he comes to ^Bm/Arob you ^A With arms stretched o^Bm/Aut like a cousin You ^Aswore you’ve only ^Bm/Aseen once ^A Approaching with ^Bm/Acaution So ^Aquick, he gets your ^Bm/Aname wrong ^A Your singing be^Bm/Atrays you ^A And still you want to ^Bm/Ago on

^A But you’re no fool, Ma^Bm/Aria ^A With your half-moon crescent ^Bm/Aeyelids ^A Dipping like a c^Bm/Aurtain ^A That lets you know it’s ^Bm/Aover

^A We are fiction as it’s w^Bm/Aritten ^A The bleeding ink on ^Bm/Apaper ^A Quiet as an ^Bm/Aaeroplane Be^Afore it hits the ^Bm/Amountain

^A We are ^Bm/Asong ^A We are ^Bm/Agone

^A If I said that I had ^Bm/Achose this ^A I then would be a ^Bm/Aliar ^A I am only living ^Bm/Asentences That were ^Along before I ^Bm/Agot here

^A And you are proof in ^Bm/Aflesh That ^AGod Himself is be^Bm/Ahind this ^A You don’t need to unders^Bm/Atand ^A But truly you must ^Bm/Alive it

^A And I want you to be ^Bm/Afree ^A And I want to be at ^Bm/Aease ^A Naked as in ^Bm/AEden Be^Afore there was the t^Bm/Ahief

^A It’s true that I had ^Bm/Avisions ^A It’s true that I heard ^Bm/Avoices ^A My mind was a tired ^Bm/Aearthquake ^A When my thoughts were breaking ^Bm/Adishes ^A Falling into ^Bm/Apieces ^A And running towards the ^Bm/Aexit ^A Keeping my com^Bm/Aposure As I ^Asaw the landscape s^Bm/Aplit In ^Atwo