Disciple - Beautiful

T^Bmhe light hits my eyes in the first of the morning I ^Gtake in this spectrum of wonder Of^Bm how unlovely things can be balanced An^Gd yet shadow me with despair Bu^Emt it washes away when You

C^Bmome out I see just how be^Gautiful You are when You Co^Dme out The night seems disa^Gppear in You

I ^Bmstudy the surface of this visage You've given It^G speaks nothing of the things hidden Bu^Bmried beneath what needs improving Li^Ges an outcast unworthy of touching Bu^Emt it washes away when You

Ho^Emw could something so utterly unspeakable Be^D found in this The ug^Gliness of the horror of Your c^Emross It^Em washes away when You