Dry the River - It was love that laid us low

^BmI dreamt of a ^GRussian doll bride Who ^Aspun on the points of her ^Gfeet like a child ^BmBut I had the ^Gterminal pride of an ^Dolder man ^BmThere’s a Passove^Gr cross on the post But the ^Aangel descends in the ^Gshape of a crow And ^Emburies its ^Cbeak in our unfused ^Dbones, like it’^Gs ok

^EmLike a moth goes s^Cad and ^Dsoft in the ^Cstreetlights’ ^Bmumbilica^Aml glow: It was love that laid ^Gus low

^BmI worked out of ^Gtown after dark With a^Apocryphal men in a ^Gcold weather mask ^BmI guess she did ^Gbest to depart in the ^DDark Night of the Soul ^BmBy nature you’r^Ge mild and you’re meek But they ^Asay that you’re judged by th^Ge company you keep ^EmMerrily ^Cspitting up salt when you ^Dspeak, like it’^Gs ok

^EmLike a ^Cmoth goes sad and ^Dsoft in the ^Cstreetlight’s ^Bmumbilica^Aml glow ^EmLike a ^Cpilgrim father ^Dkneels in a ^Cland where his ^Bmgod doesn’^Amt go Like ^Emevery ^Cseed in the sycamore ^Dtree will ^Cturn its ^Bmback on its ^Amhome: It was love that laid us ^Bmlow ^C It was love that laid ^Gus low