Iron & Wine - History of lovers

^CLouise only^F got from me innocent poetry ^CAlthough she^G played to not listen ^CBut stil^Fl I can hear myself speak as if no one else ^CEver could ^Goffer the ^Csame

^CSome say sh^Fe knowingly tastes like a recipe ^CAlthough so ^Gfoolish and willing ^CI said B^Fabe I can picture you bend as if wanting to ^CBow as the ^Gcurtain we^Cnt down

^FCoddle some m^Cen, they'll remember you bitterly ^FFuck 'em, they'll ^Gcome back for more ^FI asked my L^Couise would she leave and so cripple me ^FThen came a kn^Gock at the door

^C“I came for my woman,”^F he came with a razor blade ^CBound like u^Gs all for the ocean ^CI hope t^Fhat she's happy I'm blamed for the death of ^CThe man who^G would tak^Ce her from me

^CSome they s^Faw in me innocent poetry ^CSome, say th^Gey'll never be certain ^CBut stil^Fl it's been written, a history of lovers ^CGiven and t^Gaken in in^Ck

^FCoddle some m^Cen, they'll remember you fittingly ^FCut ‘em, they'll c^Gome back for more ^FI asked my L^Couise would she leave and so cripple me ^FThen came the ^Gknock at the door

^CLouise came^F to rescue me; listen, the irony: ^CBlood made h^Ger heart change its beating ^CI hope that ^Fshe's happy I'm blamed for the death of ^CThe man she found^G better than me ^C