Phosphorescent - Song for zula

Some say^C love is a^G burning thing That it ^Ammakes a ^Cfiery ^Fring Oh but I know ^Clove as a ^Gfading thing Just as f^Amickle as a ^Cfeather in a ^Fstream See, honey, I saw l^Cove. You see, it came to ^Gme It put its ^Amface up to my ^Cface so I could ^Fsee Yeah then I saw ^Clove disfigure ^Gme Into som^Amething I am ^Cnot recog^Fnizing

See, the cage, it c^Called. I said, "^GCome on in" I will not ^Amopen myself ^Cup this way ^Fagain Nor lay my face to the ^Csoil, nor my teeth to the ^Gsand I will not l^Amay like this for ^Cdays now upon ^Fend You will not see me ^Cfall, nor see me struggle to ^Gstand To be a^Amcknowledge by some ^Ctouch from his gnarled ^Fhands You see, the cage, it c^Called. I said, "Come on ^Gin" I will not ^Amopen myself ^Cup this way ^Fagain

You see, the moon is ^Cbright in that treetop ^Gnight I see the s^Amhadows that we ^Ccast in the cold, c^Flean light My feet are ^Cgold. My heart is ^Gwhite And we ra^Amce out on the ^Cdesert plains a^Fll night See, honey, I am n^Cot some broken ^Gthing I do not ^Amlay here in the ^Cdark waiting for ^Fthee No my heart is ^Cgold. My feet are ^Glight And I am r^Amacing out on the ^Cdesert plains all ^Fnight

So some say ^Clove is a bu^Grning thing That it ^Ammakes a ^Cfiery ^Fring Oh but I know ^Clove as a c^Gaging thing Just a k^Amiller come to ^Ccall from some ^Fawful dream O and all you ^Cfolks, you come to ^Gsee You just ^Amstand there in the ^Cglass looking at ^Fme But my heart is ^Cwild. And my bones ^Gare steel And I could ^Amkill you with my ^Cbare hands if I was ^Ffree.