Frank Black - When the paint goes darker still

^Am I am ^Bjus^Dmt a weary ^Amsinger ^Am Moving t^Bhrough this ^Dmworld of ^Eills ^Am Hark the ^Bchoir of^Dm predece^Amssors ^E When the paint grows ^Gdarker ^Cstill

^Am Once I ^Bfoun^Dmd a golden ^Amtrumpet ^Am In the ^Bmash of an ^Dmold land^Efill ^Am Now I ^Bpla^Dmy for the ^Amspirits ^E When the paint grows ^Gdarker ^Cstill

^F Winter ^Gwaited^C in my ^Bbgarden ^F When the ^Gsun did ref^Cuse to ^Gshine ^F Honey^Gbees all^C in a ^Bbslumber ^F Skies filled ^Gup the ^Csea ^{G F} Falling ^Gdown on ^Cme ^G

^F Winter ^Gwaited^C in my ^Bbgarden ^F When the ^Gsun did refu^Cse to ^Gshine ^F Honey^Gbees all^C in a ^Bbslumber ^F Skies filled ^Gup the ^Csea ^{G F} Falling ^Gdown on ^Cme ^G

^Am See his ^Beye^Dms turn to ^Amstained glass ^Am Head to ^Btoe in a ^Dmblack road^Ekill ^Am Here I ^Bam^Dm for your ^Amjudgement ^E When the paint grows ^Gdarker ^Cstill^{G E} When the paint grows ^Gdarker ^Cstill^{G E} When the paint grows ^Gdarker ^Cstill