Phosphorescent - Song for zula

Some say l^Eove is a b^Burning thing That it ^C#mmakes a fiery r^Aing Oh but I know ^Elove as a ^Bfading thing Just as f^C#mickle as a feather in a ^Astream See, honey, I saw l^Eove. You see, it came to ^Bme It put its ^C#mface up to my face so I could ^Asee Yeah then I saw ^Elove disfigure ^Bme Into som^C#mething I am not recogn^Aizing

See, the cage, it c^Ealled. I said, &^Bquot;Come on in" I will not ^C#mopen myself up this way ^Aagain Nor lay my face to the ^Esoil, nor my teeth to the ^Bsand I will not l^C#may like this for days now upon^A end You will not see me ^Efall, nor see me struggle to ^Bstand To be a^C#mcknowledge by some touch from his gnarle^Ad hands You see, the cage, it c^Ealled. I said, "Com^Be on in" I will not ^C#mopen myself up this way ^Aagain

You see, the moon is ^Ebright in that treetop ^Bnight I see the s^C#mhadows that we cast in the cold, c^Alean light My feet are ^Egold. My heart is ^Bwhite And we ra^C#mce out on the desert plains a^All night See, honey, I am n^Eot some broken ^Bthing I do not ^C#mlay here in the dark waiting for ^Athee No my heart is ^Egold. My feet are ^Blight And I am r^C#macing out on the desert plains all^A night

So some say ^Elove is a bu^Brning thing That it m^C#makes a fiery ^Aring Oh but I know ^Elove as a c^Baging thing Just a k^C#miller come to call from some ^Aawful dream O and all you ^Efolks, you come to ^Bsee You just ^C#mstand there in the glass looking at^A me But my heart is ^Ewild. And my bones ^Bare steam And I could ^C#mkill you with my bare hands if ^AI was free.